Hushed Willows It's a new day, but it all feels old

Eyes are opening! Anyone that would be allowed within the den can pop by.

A kick to the side had roused the growing boy from his formally peaceful slumber, the culprit unknown and his time having not been used to solve the mystery. The fact that he was now awake had been accepted, more so because a need to eat had hit him than anything else. Whilst seeking out a teat to clamp onto, however, something had happened. One moment, there was nothing more than darkness that surrounded him, an endless abyss filled only occasionally with flickers of light or colour when he dreamt. Oddly enough, there had been a change that he couldn’t quite explain. The lids that covered his eyes had unsealed at last, popping open for the very first time.

There was nothing to see, really, which was a tidbit of information that he remained blissfully unaware of. For no longer was there only shadows surrounding him, the moon having cast into the den a stream of light. It illuminated very little within the space, but there were no complaints to be given, for he’d not the knowledge that there was even more to view. Turning his head, he’d managed to catch a glimpse of two small bodies, undoubtedly the very same beings that he’d had to compete against since birth. He could actually see them! ...well, sort of, that is. They were nothing more than blurry masses at this point, but, having nothing to compare his own sight to, he’d decided that that was simply how they looked. It was then that he’d released a squeal of excitement, overwhelmed by his new gift of sight.