Blacktail Deer Plateau coming to a close, we're down by ten.

Moonstone's nose twitched in slight disagreement, though she didn't question Grayday's passive attitude. To each their own,  she thought and decided to leave it at that. It's these, she said as she widened her lids to show off the faint blues she called eyes. They were so light that if one looked hard enough, they might see flecks of red where the blood vessels peeked through. There was once an ongoing joke that she'd been one blessing away from an albino, but Moonstone found it to be more cruel than funny. It was akin to saying that a fish was one blessing away from a salamander, as if one held more worth than the other.

Figuring that Grayday more than likely had no idea just what she was getting at, Moonstone thought to clarify, I can't see much in the light, just 'cause it hurts to open my eyes. And I don't know about you, but I think it's pretty hard to see through closed eyes. The sun caused such a sharp ache that even peeking beyond the shield of foliage she often hid behind felt like a death wish. Still, she wasn't going blind anytime soon, so their struggles held some difference.