"It's... A mask?" she asks, trying to muster a smile to save some face, "I appreciate the offer, but the wrap I'm wearing is kind of sentimental. It was the last gift my mother gave me..."

"Oh gods, I didn't- I'm sorry- you just-" the somewhat feminine voice cut itself off so many times in teh space of a few moments, interrupting the demihuman's explanation to the point of embarrassment, "Thought you'd like to see the kids' faces..." Larger fingers managed to place the goggles into the scaled ones with some difficulty before continuing with a slight stutter- if one could hear a blush, it would be from her patron. "I'm only in for a few nights on a delivery, but my name is Shel, and I was hoping I might be able to see yo- eh, the oasis."

Vigrael couldn't help but give a little laugh at the awkwardness. "Really, I do appreciate it, but-"

"I spent my savings on it, please... Just try it on? You don't need to, but it would mean a lot to me," the interruptions continued, "I'll draw a wall up for you if you want to be safe."

Another laugh from Vigrael cut the tension as much as she could, but she sighed in resignation. "Fine, I'll try them on. But you need to be the one to peek in and prove they work," she laughed again. It was intended to be more as a threat to dissuade the attempt than anything else, but the gasp of excitement told her it didn't have that effect. Before she knew it, a shade passed over her limited vision and blacked out her sight entirely. The cloth wrap was effective enough to prevent clear vision, but usually allowed some outlines to come through so she wouldn't bump into every passer-by or wall in the way.

Her clawed fingers made quick work of the knot tying the wrap around her head, but in the sheer blackness behind her eyelids it took a few more to get the goggles placed appropriately against her face. "Alright, I think it's on right. Take a peek if you're up for it!" A nearly blinding light pierced the darkness directly above her, but as her vision adapted back to the light, she saw the blushing, green face of an orc peaking between a spread dome of shrubbery.

"You look cute- with them on, I mean," Shel grinned broadly, accentuating the tusks pointing out from her lips, "Can you see alright? The dwarves said it might be a little off..."

"You're.. Fine?" Vigrael interrupted her- the last time she'd relived this, the face had turned grey and petrefied before she could take a breath.

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I'm still amazed how well this captures what I envisioned Vigrael and Shel's meeting as. Amazing art by   re11