The Sunspire pale green things

comforted by mama's proximity, the boy settles, squinting at the world around him. as each moment passes the shapes that so confused him begin to fit together, a puzzle suddenly solved by his developing mind. oh -- this is mama, creamy and soft, and papa, dark, watchful, present, and that tiny shape suddenly catching their attention is ibis, sister, he understands that abstractly. there is no fine detail, just colors cut into previous darkness -- somehow comforting to him. 

ibis' collision brings them face to face -- he squeaks where she is silent, but does not mind. curiously -- mindlessly? -- he tumbles towards her, trying to make sense of the finer points of her tiny face, close enough as he is to make them out.