(( Homygawd. I'm so freakin' punny, Kreeptoe. <3 ))
Neimah had no idea how glaringly obvious she was in this city. This place was clean, a place that could not easily fathom a world of dry heat in the day, chilly nights and sand as far as the eye can see. An ocean of more or less sterile dirt, but dirt nonetheless. Neimah was shades of brown, a speck of imperfection in this stainless steal, chrome and white ceramics.
Being blind did not help in this very visual matter, but she could tell from the way people would flow around her that she did not fit in. The fact that she did not know why she did not fit in only served to distress her further.
She did have something she'd never had before and she hated it as she searched for a bench, the white cane swinging back and forth tentatively in front of her. She had never experienced a world where the dirt was so hard packed. Neimah had never experienced paved roads and, back home, she had traversed the streets and sand by feel. Too soft and she was off the path. Harder was a road or walk way. Even the packed sand around the base of a building felt different. Everything here was very similar in feel.
Her cane stopped suddenly in one of it's sweeps, Neimah scooting over tentatively and feeling the surface out carefully. About knee height with slats. This was a bench.
She sat down, cane across her lap, and sighed.
"Oh this is really hard..." Neimah breathed to herself.
Life was going to be different now. It would taker a lot of getting use to.