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

Despite his brother’s development, Kavos was still as blind as a bat. Over all his existence had been less than pleasant and most of it involved crawling around and hoping that he would reach his mother’s breast without colliding with one of his siblings. As Eros received his very special gift, Kavos lingered in the darkness as he fed. The gentle rhythm of his suckling lulled him, almost guiding him to the welcoming arms of slumber.

Despite this feeling, Kavos had other plans. He would waddle away and then sleep, not fall asleep at his mother's side. Turning from his meal, with milk still on his chin, the boy began to waddle in his brother’s direction, fate intending them to have a head-on collision if Eros didn’t move out of the way.