The Sunspire oh, the weather outside is weather

Her teeth had met their mark, and Eleuthera felt a deep sense of satisfaction because of it. Having milk teeth was quite an uncomfortable thing and her tiny jaws sometimes pained her with the effort of growing — but this, the systematic chewing upon anything and everything that stood in her path — was the best way to release the itch. Not everyone agreed to it, though — like mama, she hated it, or Séamus, at that very moment. Eleuthera thought he was over reacting quite a bit, though. Her newfound eyesight made it possible for her to lay witness to the onslaught that befell the mellow Oaxaca. The small girl suddenly felt an upwelling of righteousness and compassion; all which culminated in her leaping and thrusting her body weight against that of her older brother, to make him shut up, or to free Oaxaca, or simple to teach him a lesson — but somewhere in their descent, Eleuthera realized that this was fun! and yipped for the clobbered boy to join the dog pile.