Silvertip Mountain I've been coming home all this time

He confessed that he didn’t see little things mostly, and she cocked her head to the side while her head tried to envision that, understanding that it wasn’t specific things he couldn’t see. But, she couldn’t. For the span of her memory, she knew how to see, and pretty well at that. She couldn’t imagine what it would be like to not be able to do that.


A smile brightened her thoughtful features when he complimented her eyes. Hers may not have been mirrored the sky, but she was happy to know she had two colors in them instead of one. It made her feel special.

Her attention span being as short as it was, she grew tired of conversation and sought out more physical things to do. I’m gonna go catch bugs! Want to help? she asked.