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the long summer - Ghenaya - March 17, 2025
Oblivion could only last so long.
She did not know when her eyes opened, only that there was a brightness near the mouth of the den that had not been there before, serving as a hazy beacon.
There were shapes she knew through their warmth and their solidity, and these were bodies much like her own: dark, round, milksweet. Beyond feeling their presence, now she saw them as forms and figures.
It would take time before her eyes adjusted to the dark, and more than that before the blurry shapes condensed in her vision to become something recognizable. For now Ghenaya was mystified by the novelty of the moment: zeroed-in with a vision of glassy blue in the direction of the brightest star—Cede.
RE: the long summer - Sky Eater - March 17, 2025
his world shifts. before, it was warmth, breath, scent—things felt, not seen. but now, light presses in, hazy and pale, stretching from the den’s mouth.
his eyes have opened, though the world remains blurred, shapes bleeding into one another.
still, he sees them—the shifting dark, the warmth of his kin now cast in shadow and glow.
RE: the long summer - Caan - March 20, 2025
Darkness existed as long as he had. Caan had welcomed it, for there was nothing else.
His world expands with the cracking of one baby blue eye. The light is blinding to one unused to sight. The familiar darkness stretches and fades to become shadow, light filling in the remainder of the world.
There he lay, one eye opened as he tried to comprehend the newness of this sensation. Hazy vision gaining the beginning of definition as the other eye follows suit of the first.
It is overwhelming. He would shutter his eyes closed if he wasn't frozen in place. Rounded head wobbling with the effort of lifting, Caan soon came to understand that with sight his world expanded beyond light, shadow, and color.
He sees them; his siblings as they squirm. C'ede shines brilliant within the swatch of midnight their kin made. In time Caan would see the same brilliant white upon his own face, but currently he only sees the darkness of his paws.
Ghe'naya is just as stunning. The shadow to C'ede's light, her brow is marked by her own personal star.
Captivated by them both, Caan stares. Stunned that there is more to those closest to him than their familiar scent and the pressure their bodies leave upon him.
RE: the long summer - Morwenna - March 24, 2025
morwenna is there, as she always has been.
as she always will be.
she had not left them, not since the threat grew teeth and stalked the horizon. the war brewed outside like stormclouds heavy with blood—but in here, in this small den carved from snow and will, there was only breath and warmth and the hum of life.
she watches them.
their eyes open one by one, like blossoms coaxed by light. her breath stills as the veil lifts for them—caan, ghenaya, c’ed’e—each emerging from that velvet dark into this first small knowing of the world. their eyes are blue, brilliant and soft, hazed like sky beyond frost. it will not last, she knows; the world will sharpen in time, the blue will burn to amber or ash. but for now, they are starlight made flesh.
she sings for them.
a melody once passed to her from the chieftain’s voice, rough and weathered. it is a song of the old tongues, the ones that howl through pines and echo in bone. the words hum low in her throat, shaping the air:
spirit snow, spirit tusk. lift your voice. sing you must. do you hear the caribou? running after, soon are you.
her voice is soft as snowmelt, laced with strength. it fills the den, coils around their small bodies like a second warmth, a blanket of belonging. her muzzle dips, brushes the crown of each one: the bright, the shadowed, the steady glow. she sees them now—not just feels them—but sees them, and it stills something storming in her.
i see you,she whispers.
her starborn. her sea of eyes, her sky of hearts.
RE: the long summer - Ghenaya - March 31, 2025
The ability to see was a very important fixed point in a child's life, but they would remain oblivious to it—even forgetting these first few moments of light, of shape, and the novelty was not something that could be comprehended. It was much the same for Ghenaya; she did see them, blurry as they were, and she was fixated for a time upon the fog-made shape of her palest sibling above all—however, the more she looked the more tired her eyes felt.
Her blinking took some getting used to. One eye first, then the other eye drooping; then both, almost in tandem, and the relief that came with their closing. She did not recognize that their mother sang—but the song lulled her in to a stupor, and the steady cat-like blinking soon became the narrow-eyed watchfulness of those blurry bodies.
And soon enough she was forgetting all about the soreness of her eyes, or what they might show her. Ghenaya fell in to a light slumber while mother's voice hummed through the air.
RE: the long summer - Sky Eater - March 31, 2025
he sees her—sister, ghenaya. shadow and blink, soft as breath. she looks at him and he does not know why, only that it stills him.
caan too, nearby, glowing with a light he cannot place. they all glow now, in his mind. like stars.
then—her voice.
mama. comfort.
his lids fall. he dreams of hooves. of snow. of milk.