Swiftcurrent Creek #YOLO

*concludes* :)

He reached the patch of sunshine and had to squint his eyes against the brightness. When they adjusted, they slowly widened again as he stared raptly at the bits of dust floating around the den. For a long time, he simply stared, utterly fascinated. When he finally snapped out of it, he tried to grab a few of the motes. He only ended up stirring the air, causing them all to float out of reach...

Paarthurnax collected her tiniest son then, drawing him tightly against her body to encourage him to sleep. Relonikiv squawked, though didn't put up much of a fight. He did fight to keep his eyes open for the first time in his life. It was like there were minuscule weights pulling them downward. He didn't even realize it when he finally lost the battle. His baby blues drifted closed and he nodded off, his chin tucked against his chest.