Hushed Willows sect;heat;helium;lead;bare;state;invention;medieval;

dated sometime this weekend idk

ever find yourself staring into the sun on a cloudless day, and regret it immediately?

yeah, that was the sensation that cam found himself tackling this fine afternoon. he'd woken from nap number seven of the day (so far) only to find himself accosted by light. having fallen asleep with his butt nestled against his mum's belly, he was facing the mouth of the den, and the golden rays that—well, some would consider it a lovely glow. some with functioning eyesight, that was.

as it was, having never seen something like this before—or, in fact, anything at all—the rays were less a glow and more like javelins hurtled from the sky, straight into his face. and god, was it unpleasant!

cam squeezed his lids shut, letting out a pathetic wail. grublike, he wiggled to face the big dark body behind him, burying his face in the downy fur there. there was a noise from above (lily was laughing ruefully at his plight) and that made it worse, his hearing having developed over the past day or two as well.

so, javelins of light and now rumbles of deafening thunder above him. was this hell? yes, yeah, this was hell.