Redhawk Caldera I'm just a Kill

for @Bronco - hi daddy! Others welcome. Forward dated to Sunday afternoon

Precocious as he was in other aspects of development, it took nearly ten days for Killdeer's eyes to open. Perhaps he secretly enjoyed the creature comforts of being a blind grub in a constant quest for food. Not that much would change; now he could just be a not-so-blind grub in a constant quest for food.

It was like flipping a switch - literally. One moment, he was snoozing away, lost in dreams. The next. . . 

LET THERE BE LIGHT!

The boy blinked, stupefied by this development. His wide gaze followed the dust motes that floated, shimmering in the sun. They landed upon a tawny expanse, and after some investigation, he realized that tawny expanse was in fact the milk-giver, his mother. 

The eyes then shifted to where the light was brightest, bursting through a large irregular oval. Killdeer began to wriggle slowly toward it, even as he was near-blinded again by the sheer strength of the radiant beams.