Sleeping Dragon this one is for the chewed up

The strange shapes moved which only caused Eske to suck in another greedy breath — a small moment of solstice from said previous wail — and let out one louder than the one before. She could hear the high pitched noise that burst from her small lips but couldn't be bothered to care much that she was in jeopardy of potentially waking up any of the shield-maiden's neighbors. Too bad. The Grounder Princess was not accustomed to being able to see and she wasn't sure she liked it so they were going to have to listen to her. End of story. A slightly, kind of, but not really familiar voice came from somewhere behind Eske as she screamed for her mother to make the shapes go away or to calm her down enough for her to realize that being able to see wasn't so bad.

“It's fine,” Gyda assured Wildfire from over Eske's drawn out wail which ended only when she needed to pause for a breath. Seizing the opportunity Eske let out a disgruntled noise when Gyda pulled her closer and licked her. Eske squinted at the blurry shape that she would come to learn was Gyda's paw, wishing she could burn a hole through it because despite her fight the swipe of her mother's tongue was a soothing gesture and it calmed the grounder princess. “Eske's eyes have opened, would you like to see?” Gyda invited Wildfire in during the reprieve of Eske's temper tantrum. Large, milky blue eyes blinked at the blurry light and dancing shadows content in her silence at the moment to attempt to make sense of it.