Phasma
It folded to cover her body which shrank to the size of a large white bird, its head topped with a ring of golden feathers.
“She’s going to release the pain,” said Damien. “She gathers them in her eyes and releases it by staring at the sun, thus the birds turn blind as they age, and can only see again when ever they take in the pain from other people.”
“For a little while, at least.” said Horatio.
“But that pain, does it not affect them?” Asked Dorin with concern.
“Yes.” Replied Damien. “But what is pain compared to seeing the world around you?”
“And to think that the more pain they hold in their eyes, the clearer their eyes can see.” Horatio smiled bitterly.
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