Stone Circle Don't go into the light

Dawn, being quite a bit weaker than her brother, would always be slightly behind him in terms of development. Her eyes had opened, blue and curious, but no image they received yet was clear enough to be definitive. Mostly she recognized the blob that was Sunny and the giant shadow that was her mother. Looking at her father was like observing a ballooned version of her brother, so on principle she didn't yet realize that they were separate figures; rather, her brother shrunk and grew at will. And as amazing as that sounded, it wasn't something she felt concerned about.

Everything to her was so far unavoidable, and therefore supposed to happen.

Walking would come second, too. Her legs weren't strong enough to carry her yet, but instinctively she would try to stand whenever the feeling struck her. It was always unsuccessful, but she was quite good at crawling, so often reverted to the task she was best as when she failed to get to her feet. She pulled herself forward now, anxiously whining as she aimed for the blinding beyond that was the den mouth.