This is what I would have you see, for the character below has lost the ability to do so.

Ophelia wasn't the only one take a dip on this day. The large white stallion was also standing in the frosty waters, but for quite a different reason. Myrddin had been immersed, up to his shoulders for long enough, that he could no longer feel his limbs. The icy water had lovingly numbed everthing it touched, biting and working its way deep into his joints. It was...bliss. His arthritic body enjoyed the icy cold, and even moreso the lack of feeling which soon accompanied it. But there was more than that - before numbness ensued, a wild pain had taken over Myrddin's old mind; pushing out all other thoughts and worries. The pain brought with it a trance-like peace, that Myrddin had not been able to replicate since the incident.

It still flashed before his eyes - and why not? It was the last thing he ever saw. The black colt. The mutt. The terror in the pup's eyes and then...nothing. Their magic had burned deep into his eyes, effectively cauterizing his vision. And then...they had disappeared. He had called out - asking who they were, but no answer was given. Myrddin did not know who it was who blinded him. But he needed to - not for revenge, for Myrddin was rarely angry, but to understand why. Why was the dog so instantly terrified? Of him? His old bones were far too ancient to be a threat to anyone.

Hello Ophelia

Myrddin's large moose-like ears suddenly snapped forward, his meditation broken. Someone was here. The ocean dampened the sound so effectively, that he had not heard Ophelia nor Aaron come into the vicinity. He was, after all, lost in his own mind, and while it was true that Ophelia's gait was both light and rhythmic, he still should have been aware. What was that saying? About the loss of one of the senses increasing the others? It was bullshit. Or maybe, it just didn't apply to the elderly.

Myrddin pondered momentarily what it was he should do. He was too new to this land to be able to traverse it merely on instinct - it was scent alone which brought him here, but not easily. His white hide was now stricken by many gashes, some deep, some shallow. His forelegs had been heavily cut up as well, due to many falls and trips during his trek. He was too old for this, far too old.

"Is someone there?" Myrddin called out - his voice sounding like an old blues singer - one who had inhaled far too much smoke. He turned his blind gaze to where he believed the sound had come from - In fact, he was looking much to the left of Ophelia and Aaron - closer to where Archibald was moving in, from.