Wheeling Gull Isle the summer plays its chords

foredated a couple of days @Reigi

abstract colour and shape burned against here eys, and for the first time in her life thus far, a previously dormant part of her brain fired rapidly to make sense of what was suddenly occurring before her. it was terribly disorienting to suddenly discover a sense previously unknown, to tumble abruptly from her quiet dark world to one filled with things she could see. she was spared any great upset by her limited range of emotion, and thus settled only for a shrill peep of surprise.


she lay huddle on the earth, suddenly dwarfed by the fact that her world held more than she'd thought possible. the best thing to do, she'd discovered quickly, was to lie motionless until the stimulus stopped; a difficult feat seeing as her eyes were wide and stared directly at the den entrance and the dim evening light beyond.