Bearclaw Valley the spectacles

life for astara had always been challenging, but motherhood... motherhood presented new difficulties.

she was tired of being den-ridden, and yet, she was too tired to even venture out of tumbleview's hearth. she was tired of nursing, and yet, in a span of a few short days, her world had been entirely transformed.

those little tiny blobs - had they really come from her?

one was wriggling along her flank as she thought. astara absently nosed the girl's body, snuffing as the small thing made its trek towards its sibling.

so far, astara had not named them. what language did she possess, to give them names? she knew them only as one and two, boy and girl.  but one... one was getting gradually lighter, resembling a color astara found most ominous.

she started to see the girl schlepping towards her brother had eyes open; milky blue, nebulous eyes. the eyes of distant galaxies, or the unforgettable deep -- eyes which would see much strife in their time before they closed.

she wondered what color they would mature to. fiery like her bear, or something elseworld -- like the silvery bone-white of her sister? astara's thoughts carried her away from the den while avicus nosed her brother.