Moonspear inflection

✴        It had been eighteen days since he had slid from the black void, and found this place of light. Until now he had been ignorant to what this new existence entailed; for the most part, he was still oblivious to the bulk of it. But the child's awareness increased with each day, and soon his capabilities did as well. He was often jockeying for a position upon the void-mother and would settle there to feast, kicking at anything that came between him and his food. Today was no different; he had feasted until milk dribbled from his lips and he felt ready to explode.

The change happened gradually, and it happened in accordance to a timetable he adhered to unknowingly - over the course of the morning his eyes began to peek open. It wasn't really seeing, because his lashes still blocked much of the light, and he had no way of discerning exactly what was going on. But by midday, as he woke from his milk-bliss and squalled against the sleeping pile of his siblings, it was clear his eyes were open and in their darkness was an ocean's mighty shine.