Duck Lake fighting shadows

If there had been any worry in regards to how offended she would be that he couldn't recite her name they were soothed at her soft giggle. She spoke in regards to why she was out of night, offered her name and then inquired after his own. “Yeah, or something,” Jorunn returned coyly. Though in truth, it was sort of ironic because he'd been contemplating changing it for a while, even if he probably never would. A silence had settled between them, and as her attention drifted so did the teen's. He looked to the ducks shadows he could see, his sight improving in the dark tresses of the night. It was his favorite time because it was not quite such a struggle for him and the light of the moon was much softer than the light of the sun. Less direct, too. 

“Yeah,” Jorunn responded with a casual shrug of his shoulders. “I see better in the darkness of night.” Though he'd never directly came out and said it he had begun to figure out that there was something wrong with his eyes. Not through discussion, but through simple observation. No one else appeared to have the sort of struggle he did during the daylight hours. He didn't realize he was entirely color blind, simply assumed his sight was not as ace as it could have been; but he'd always been like this for as long as he could remember and he didn't let it bother him. It didn't slow him down any, didn't hinder his ability to (or so he thought anyway) function and be an asset to the pack and so he did not bring it to stark attention. As far as he was concerned, there was no need.