(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

"It's fine. And they're everywhere; my whole body is scarred. What is this
place?"
"Why, it's my galleria of the Planes." She smiled and gestured around her.
"These pieces have been brought from far and wide. Some I sell, some I
keep - all I display, at one time or another. Please, enjoy them... and again,
should you have questions regarding any of the pieces, do not hesitate to
ask me of them."
"It takes someone special to appreciate art when they can't see it. If you
don't mind me saying, Yvana."
"I believe she is blind by choice, and not by circumstance," Fall-From-Grace
observed. She seemed pleased... it certainly was a whim that a Sensate
would embrace.
Yvana nodded, smiling. "Your friend is quite correct, sir... I cannot see, but
only because I do not wish to. In time, I will allow my vision to return so that
I can re-experience the contents of my galleria with the benefit of new, fresh
eyes."
"You look familiar to me... do you know someone named Yves?"
"That is my daughter." For a moment, there was a hint of sadness in the
milky whiteness of her eyes. "We no longer speak to one another."
"Why is that?"
"There is nothing to be said between us. She has gone off in pursuit of
stories... all for reasons I am unaware of."
"She told me a tale that might answer that question..."
Yvana raised her eyebrows. "Oh? Tell me, would you please? I'd most
appreciate it, sir..."
I told her the Tale-Chaser's story, and of her endless quest for the tale that
held the truth she sought.
Yvana nodded slowly. "I... had no idea. I will see her, now. I thank you, good
sir, for bringing me this news of my only daughter." As she spoke, color
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