Every once in a while, Blythe's fingers skimmed the random shrubs and bushes that passed by on their walk. She was sad that she could never see the colours of the blossoms and the buds like everyone else could. Everything outside of Nix was the same shade of green. But the fact that she could See them at all was almost comfort enough.
Her fingers returned to her dress. Nix's words overcame her. "I fear I do not understand. Why would something with such a beautiful purpose do such harm to others? Why would you play it if it killed people?"