Seaside Moors Light

While she was unsteady on her feet, there was something fairly steadfast about the girl, who had learned to stand and even take her first steps over the past few days, though she did so without being able to see. So she fumbled, and she tripped, and she tipped over when she lost her balance on unseen, uneven ground but often fell into the warmth and softness of fur. But day by day, her legs grew stronger, and though she wavered, she became capable of taking steps with some assuredness- while her eyes remained pursed and shut. 

It was only when she took a small spell and bonked her nose on the ground that she squinted- and when she relaxed her facial muscles, her eyes finally opened. Only a small crack at first, and she squinted against the light that came into the den. She'd become accustomed to the darkness, and to having to feel her way around, but this was very new and uncomfortable. Still...Her curiosity begged that she continue to blink in the light which came to her- albeit over a week later than most- mystified.