The Sunspire You had other plans to hang your hopes on

the chunky shapes of light and dark around him no longer hurt his eyes -- he can take in their details. there's sister, ibis (not that he really processes what "sister" means abstractly, but instinctively, he gets it), there's mama, there's other mama (olive, assuming, as i am, that they still share a den), loud other babies (siblings, too, maybe??)

he is curious about the world -- who wouldn't be! -- but he is not a great adventurer, having only just mastered the use of his chubby, wobbling legs. he teeters around the den, a round dark shape, not straying far from mama. there is outside, he knows. but he is not quite ready to try to escape mama's side. at least, until he spies the stranger, his still-blue eyes widening comically. "ma," okeanos yips, startled, and wedges himself against her side, attempting to dig himself a spot of solace underneat one leg.