Thorn Bird by jenga
She is a priestess who carries on in silence. She chooses not to put voice to her thoughts, lest they escape her and taint the peace on which her world thrives. To let loose those emotions of desolation and despair would throw her surroundings into a chaos from which there can be no recovery. Her world would fall into the depths of despondency and all things would begin to wither and die. Holding the anguish within, she utters not a word and stands unyielding in the face of adversity, so that her world might continue to flourish. She is my pain embodied.