dreamarcher
It was something she never had. A foreign word to her lips, a haven that had never had a place in her transparent life.
She was good at never leaving any mark behind her calloused, soundless feet and flighty hands. Remaining unnoticed was her primary method of survival, and she had perfected it over the restless years. She was more of a shadow, a breath of air, a heartbeat than a person. Her mercurial days held no promises.
She would have forgotten her name if it weren't for the book.