Golden Glade It's The Eye Of The Tiger, It's The Thrill Of The Fight

Dated to the 23rd :3 @Rose @Tigerlily @Hawthorn

It was morning when Rowan's word again changed - he'd so hoped there wouldn't be anything else new, but here were two things - in the sense that now he could vaguely hear and, even more startling, he could see. He was, as his fathers prediciton, albino - afflicted, damaged, different - and when the time came for his morning feeding, it came on reflex. His eyes popped open to reveal pale scarlet irises, and the eldest child of Alder Pryor squealed in pain at the sudden, hurting light. 

This was how the heir discovered that he was beginning to hear - flopped over and plugged as his ears still were, it would be easier day by day.... But Rowan didn't know that. 

All he knew right now, however, is that this sucked - even in the darkness of their cavern, the first time he opened his eyes was bound to hurt. Lord help him the first time he stood in a ray of sunlight. The boy shoved himself roughly from his mother, turning and knocking skulls with whatever sibling was closest to him - another pained, angry yelp came from his jaws, and it was then he finally turned and waddled away - waddled - but it was unfortunate that in the moment he realized it, the boy lost his balance and fell face first into the stone, boping his nose. This time, Rowan didn't just wail - he screamed at the top of his freaking lungs.