More. More shitten content perchance (biased)
(ok so name update i tried to figure out another name for the shitten but amari's stuck to my head like glue so whatever. she's amarys now)
Amarys is born albino -- making her sensitive to light as much if not more as Narinder. She wears a veil during the day, but often just prefers to stay indoors and wander out at nighttime to stare and play with things that aren't there. Her frequent vocalizations as an infant eventually fade away to quiet, barely audible whispers.
Behind the Leader's back, cultists gossip that their god's child acts like a ghost, and looks like she seen one too.
They're slightly off the mark. Amarys doesn't see the ghosts of souls, but of places -- ruins of once-grand temples, battlegrounds of bygone armies, histories that time forgot. The constant barrage of walking through places that aren't really there gives the impression of her being spaced out as she struggles to parse what is really in the present and what is lost in the past.
She has a penchant to sniffing out relics. Later on, Chemach takes a liking to her, taking Amarys under her wing to the chagrin of both her parents.