Phantom Hollow Dreams of red and silver

Somehow, in a matter of hours, Zannah had grown used her ability of sight. The light no longer made her eyes tender, and she explored the ever-clearing haze; the world was much grander than she had ever anticipated.

She had been nursing when Damien rushed into the den, and she turned from her meal as she scented her father through the overbearing smell of milk. Turning around and tipping her head back, she looked at him with bright, baby-blue eyes. "Ooo!" she chirped, obviously interested in the intimidating phatom—whose scent was calming and familiar.