Once upon a time, in the many-colored realms, there was a strange creature known by the name of Linsee. Linsee was a wandering spirit with two eyes, who had been adopted by the prestigious Clan S'Norin' in the land of TirNaSnog. For many years Linsee and the Clan plotted merrily in their sleepers' dreams,  until one day, Linsee noticed that one of her eyes was missing.

She went to the queen of that Clan and asked her, what has become of my other eye? Hush child, said the queen, you did not need that eye anyway. Did you not know that it was a requirement of membership in our Clan to be partially blind? Think no more of it.

Linsee was not to be coddled, however, and so she took her concerns to a dancing dolly in hopes of understanding. When the queen discovered, however, that Linsee had dared to speak with someone else of the sleeping Clan's secret formulae for maintaining membership, she was furious! Oh, the heavens shook with her ire!  A thundercat fight ensued, in which even more eyes were scratched out, and the nobles from many realms watched in amusement, for nobles do enjoy a good battle, but only from the sidelines, of course.

Linsee managed to escape the clutches of Clan S'Norin'; no easy feat considering that she was, by this time, nearly blind herself. Bruised and alone, Linsee stumbled upon darkened paths until she finally found herself in the land of Dorkfae, where she was promptly woven into Arantia's evil spell.

The nobles crowded around her in glee, eagerly anticipating tales of her adventures, but Linsee was stubbornly silent, much to their dismay. Eventually, her missing eye miraculously grew back due to the overwhelming magick at the disposeal of Arantia, who preferred that her minionions be able to see her great axe coming for their throats. Linsee had found a home, and all was well with the world.