The Sunspire pale green things

mama @Seabreeze (+ anyone else present in the den <3)

small things grow so quickly. okeanos is no exception, a fumbling puppy-shape. each day brings him closer to recognition -- of self, of surroundings -- and today that step closer is big as his beady eyes open for the first time, confusedly taking in a sudden jumble of visual information.

oh man, it's a lot. he blinks and the information disappears for a second -- but comes right back. what? he blinks again, and again, the vanish and reappearance of unfamiliar shapes attached to familiar smells. hhhbork? his tiny voice cries, alarmed, buh???? pumping his chubby legs in the direction of the one scent that might bring him comfort in this strange new world -- mama.