Moonspear too much of a good thing

It could not see much; That the land was vastly different from what it'd imagined was clear, but not much else. Everything was fuzzy and blob-shaped until it was very close to it, as the instinctually pleasing face of the Kind Mover was. It was frightened still, especially by the voices that echoed above it, but the presence of the Mover/Mountain soothed its restless spirit.

A desire to explore the new landscape was upon it, but gaining sight had been... not a restful experience. Exploration could wait for another day. For now, it tucked its face into the Mover's fur and immediately fell into a deep sleep.

Probably last post from Alya; feel free to go on without her or close the thread.