She was always a bright-eyed little girl from the moment she was born, taking in the entire world that there was to see. Everything a new wonder, bringing a gum- lined smile to her round little face. She was their second child with decades between the siblings. That only meant that the oldest would in turn spoil the new baby of the house. Spoil her that they did, they filled her room with the shiniest of baubles, toys to make her laugh, and music boxes to lull her to sleep. As standing they were rather well off as they fashioned themselves crafters and jewelry makers. Lockets, earrings, gems of various sizes and colors; name a pretty object and you may have found it in their shop.
They were vast in their craft as they were taught each generation on the process of tuning the metals just right to get a gleam that would last a lifetime. To be able to imbue the tiniest of earring so even the poorly taught enchanter could place their spell easily. To bend the metals just so there would be no need for another layer so there would be no seam line. They applied trade secret powders and chemicals on their more elaborate pieces like the added touches to weaponry and armor (Hilts, crests, gemmed design and the like).
Soon enough their little girl would be shown how to create what they did, to be able to captivate others with glorious pieces of work by her own hand. Each was guilty as they each sneaked her into the workshop to see what the grownups were up to. She would sit there and stare with wide eyes of wonderment followed by high squealing of joy. Eventually they caved and let her stay corralled off to the side. As time seemed to fly by she grew into the typical toddler asking questions whenever she came across something new. She had large jade eyes that always begged the question, “Why?” and “Watts ‘at?” (What’s that?) Her long bright red hair thick as ever, always falling onto her face where she would messily wipe it away. Her little body trying to heft tools to her mother and father, trying her best to help them even if that meant she was in the way.
It was there in the midst of them one day at the workshop where tragedy struck. Her father focused on the metals he smelted, wiping away sweat that pooled at his brow from the heat. Her mother wrapped up with piecing together a decorative jewelry box for a customer. Her brother leaving earlier that day to pick up more supplies for the large order they had received. So this meant that his seat was open and she was going to be able to help work.
She had been in the middle playing with a doll she received as a gift from her aunt when she noticed the empty chair. She looked about for her brother but she did not see him, so she got up, walked over, and climbed into his seat. She had sat here once before when he held her in his lap showing her what all he did. It didn’t look so hard and she was a big girl now so her mommy and daddy told her so. She picked up a bottle that had some powder of sorts and poured it onto the ….What was it? It was a circle pretty thing she determined and poured the whole bottle on top of it. There, now it needed something else but she wasn’t sure what. She looked around on the table and saw a vial of pretty blue liquid. She reached for it as it was indeed a pretty blue and would make the circle thing even prettier. She pulled on the cork, with a loud *pop* she let out a giggle which caught the attention of her mother.
“SAMORN!” Her mother yelled standing up from her work with a look of panic on her face. Which made her father look up suddenly only to drop the tool in his hand, running over to the girl. For right before her mother called her name she had moved from sitting to standing in the chair with opened the bottle in hand. Her white and pink dress covered with the powder and everything else that was on that table. Her mother’s yell startled her, which made her fall from the chair, hitting the ground flat on her back. The vial’s liquid splashed across her face and dress getting into her eyes and mouth. As she hit the ground pain and freight filled her letting out a loud cry-scream.
Her parents scooped her up and carried her into the house to inspect her over both trying to comfort and clean her up though it was in vain. The mixture of power and chemical had entered her system which sent her little body into shock. Frantically the father left his bewildered wife to find a priest hopefully in time to save his daughter. When the priest ran through the door her mother was rocking her crying not being able to do much more than that. Her little eyes were now swollen shut as to most of her face red, puffed up, and irritated from the vial’s contents. The child gasped for breath as her throat was swelling shut from ingesting it. The priest pulled the child from her taking her to a nearby bedroom to lay her flat and with hope and luck be able to save her.
Many hours passed by….
Her father paced up and down the hallway as her brother consoled his mother in another room. He stopped every now and then to look inside waiting for the priest to give him new demands of water, linen, or medicine. Until finally the priest walked out the door, “The child will live.” He said with a saddened look upon his face. “She will be in pain, which there is medicine to help that for now. Her throat and stomach suffered many burns will have some scarring, though she will be able to manage with that easily enough.” With that news the family sighed with relief, wiping away tears of sadness replacing them with joy as their child was going to live. The priest pulled her father off to the side, “I would recommend telling this to your wife later after the child has had some rest. She doesn’t need her mother crying over her right now.” He said nothing only looking at him with fear in his eyes at what could be said next. “Everything I said is true, she will make a full recovery and live I suspect for years to come, though I am said to say she will do it without her sight.” He sighed heavily, “The compounds of what was in that vial are hazardous to anyone, even more so a child. When it filled her eyes its poison was taking effect, I’m sorry, I did everything I could…”
Years after that tragic night her mother and father rarely let her into the workshop in fear it may well claim her life next time. The priest had done all that he could but her eyesight was never the same, nor was the coloring of her eyes. Her left eye just a shade lighter than her right and with that shade lighter she was a bit blinder too. Each year was packed with new challenges to face more so when you have a child with a disability. Despite their will to forever baby her, and injury proof their house which meant no more visits to the workshop, she was still the wide-eyed curious little girl. Late at night when her parents would go to bed she would sneak out to that very workshop and teach herself how to craft like them. She wasn’t very good at it at first as she would wake up the same priest each following morning to heal her cuts and burns from the smelter.
After months of late night to early visits the priest had had his fill of it and decided to talk to her parents about her being a student. He convinced them that if he taught her how to heal herself if… -IF- the need arose that she would be able to until a suitable priest could do the rest. With a bit of persistence he managed to sway them to his favor where then he taught her how to heal and helped her go about in her daily routine without being obvious she was hindered. That was to the displeasure of her parents but was praised by Samorn as she didn’t want to be doted on anymore.
Years passed by and she grew into a fine young woman, still as sweet and wide-eyed as the day she was born. Her hair long, once messy and unkempt to neatly brushed and braided. Matching pieces of jewelry placed about her being that she proudly wore having made them herself. She was though a bit clumsy as one could tell by the burns covering her fingers, hands, and forearms. They never bothered her though as they were life’s lessons she needed to learn to move forward with her family’s craft in tow. Everything made up who she was and instead of her downfalls bringing her to despair she stayed positive, determined, caring and friendly to all she came across.