Iris Dupage had meandered her way out of Clover Town, making her way from the country of Enca of all things, going from train to train, smuggling herself in to the country, she would find and meet many people. People who treated the purple haired blind girl well, others who tried to take advantage of her. In the end, she would look to find a guild to join, as far out of the way as possible, why? Well, there was a reason behind that. SHe didn't like to talk about it. She would reveal it later, but, it wasn't important right now. What mattered was the girl was dressed up in enough layers that she waddled her way through the snow. Each crunch sending her ears in to a frenzy of color. Blind, but not without direction. As if by echolocation, her synesthesia let her feel the sounds, sense them as flavors, colors, what have you, everything was topsy turvey.
She had heard about this guild up in the snowy mounts, the Silver Wolf Guild. They had values that aligned with hers, research of magic. Research of magic might reveal bits about her curse, or lead to some sort of temporary lift of it. If she could see, she thought to herself, she would be able to hold a simple cafe job for once! No, she had to think bigger, she had to think broader, she could run her own adventuring company! Right!
When she finally made her way through the blistering wind and snow, she would lift up her walking stick, tapping it on the door to the guild to announce her presence through the knocking of it. Anyone opening it would find a girl dressed in a thick brown jacket with white fuzz, a hunter's cap over her purple hair. and glossed over blank silver eyes that could not take in light greeting them.