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She favoured Beth’s company over any other’s. Perhaps it was because they were two sides of the same coin, or perhaps one and the same; or maybe, she simply did not want to be alone again. They were creatures of odd visage and strange gifts that made them far, far different to the ordinary man, woman or child—it made Fleurette wholly dependent on her companion, not only on account of her being her “eyes,” but also because she so little on her own. She had years of learning to do about the outside world, and she would not be deprived anymore.
She found purchase next to Beth, seating herself comfortably with a meek smile. In pale hands, the albino clutched a book. Now, books in Braille were hard to come by, and Fleurette was hardly short of a reader’s enthusiasm—that was where, once again, she needed her friend.
❝Beth... could you read to me, s’il vous plaît ?❞
