Bearclaw Valley What an eyeopener!

The boy let out an audible squeak of surprise when his mother's tongue went over his face, having been distracted by the fact that he was seeing. He could see his mother, his sisters, his home—he could see everything. It was new, yes, but it did not frighten the young boy. Something in the back of his mind told him that what he was experiencing was not something to fear, but something that he should embrace. He believed that seeing was something he should cherish, as it was something that could so easily be snatched away from him by anyone. Even one of his sisters could take it from him, whether it be on purpose or by accident, and somehow he understood that. What he didn't realize at first, however, was that blinking was a necessary thing. His eyes started to get dry, and even burned a little bit, which caused them to shut. The flicker of darkness was a quick one, something that would easily go unnoticed the more he did it, and it made his eyes feel so much better.

Xan's attention was drawn away from his new discovery and to his squabbling sisters, however. They were really going at it, and he couldn't help but scrunch up his face in response to their actions. Little did he know that he would be the troublemaker when they were a bit older, and not his darling sisters. The future aside, as only the present was known to the boy, he kept his gaze on his siblings. Even as his mother lifted the larger girl away, his optics would flicker back and forth between the places the two were located at. He couldn't help but find it funny that they'd gotten into trouble, though his face did not show it. Serves them right for causing so much noise!