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The girl’s vision was poor, at best, but it was so astoundingly new to her that she could hardly find it in her to blink for fear she might lose it. Her movements were haphazard at best, as the inky little ball attempted to capture all of the misshapen blobs that she could see. Lucy had made the mistake of taking her attention off of her siblings, however, and the attack from her sister was all too successful. Without any warning, the puppy jowls of Liffey had locked tightly to her rear end, and the dark girl opened her mouth in alarm but no sound came out.
 
Her tiny hear thrummed in her chest and she whirled around, opening her own maw and attempting to clamp it tightly onto her sister’s face. An indignant squeak sounded from her mouth as she tried to twist her rump out of Liffey’s grasp. The soot-spot was all too overwhelmed in that moment, but she was making quick work of recovering.