Silvertip Mountain The kids aren't alright

As she gazed, taking in the world she lost track of her father. He had failed to notice his little followers and had picked a trail out of the hollow. Mason was at her side not long after and he made a noise at the sight. Her ears weren't fully developed yet but they knew he had made a noise. "Oa Oa Eh Eh" she babbled back at him, not wanting to be outdone by her brother. She could make the noise too. It wasn't as continuous as his but it was a valiant attempt.

The light adjusted as a sun went behind a cloud and the sights were easier for June. She could pick out the high tips of the mountains and the low point of the valley. She could see the green of the trees contrasting with the blues of the sky that highlighted the brown of the mountain and yet the colours, themselves, were indistinct. For now it was varying shades of grey. Colour may come, no one would know that right now she wasn't able to tell them apart.

She took a cautious step forward and a pebble moved under the food, causing her to fall in a loud kaplunk. "Ahh" she made, the sound coming unbidden.