Phantom Hollow Dreams of red and silver

Venamis adjusted well to his new sight, and he was quick assume his normal routine of nursing and sleeping. It did not cross his infant mind that he might be entirely alone in experiencing those first few days of bleary vision. By the time his siblings found their eyes, his had developed considerably.

Although a certain blurriness remained as he was far from mastering focus, the Melonii babe could better make out the shapes of his family around him. The providers were large and raven-furred, and most of the small bodies he shared his space with were also dark. One was significantly lighter than the others, but he knew she'd always been around and therefore the shade of her coat didn't matter to him.

Having woke to drink more than his fill of breakfast, Venamis lay at his mother's flank like a fat slug. He quietly watched two of his siblings interact nearby, an innocent curiosity keeping him from drifting into another snooze before the time came to feed again.