show them the joy and the pain and the ending
She has never set foot inside the field in all her short years. Never has she needed to. She has always before had a place to rest her head, a home, of sorts (though not in truth. No, her true home had been in a far distant land, one she is likely never to see again). But she is here, today, seeking just such a thing.
It is an odd feeling to walk into the land of those seeking shelter. It is an unusual position to be in. She has lived in Beqanna her entire life, yet it is not her Beqanna anymore. It is a different one, new and strange and so very intriguing.
At first she had been angry, of course. Her sight had been stripped from her, leaving her naked and almost entirely vulnerable to this madcap world. But her anger had waned almost as quickly as it had come. She could understand, a small part of her, well hidden beneath her sharply calculating exterior, what had so enraged the goddess. She did not need to agree, but she could well understand. She has seen so much of it after all.
So, she is here. In this oddly practical world, she would do what is required of her. Besides, she has never once doubted she could turn it to her favor. It is a thing she quite excels at.
She is not entirely certain she would find an ideal home here - the method leaves so much to chance, and that is not thing she has much faith in - but she would give whoever might be brave or curious or desperate enough to approach the opportunity to show her the merits of their home. It is something she is need of after all, so it seems.
heartfire
i filled up my senses with thoughts from the ghosts