Tapping out a rhythm against the stones, Poka brushes past you. She freezes, then reaches out, tracing imaginary circles around your form with her cane. A sigh escapes her lips, recognition dawning in her big gray eyes. As her smile blooms, a small orange maple leaf, like a fiery teardrop, drifts down from the canopy, settling atop her black hair. She offers you a bright, adorable smile while staring at you with her large gray peepers.

"Ah! So sorry. Is someone there...?"

The blind girl asks softly.