Bearclaw Valley [M] they breathe you in, and dive as deep as they can

The world swam before his eyes. The light pierced them, singed them deeply, made him cry out when he first discovered this capability, and now he lingered in the dark as if to hide himself from it. It was too warm - were it not summertime perhaps the boy would be content. Within the earth, surrounded by bodies, he was more uncomfortable than ever - he had to escape it.

His little flippers kicked and flailed until he managed to stand himself up, teetering, not so much walking out of the darkness so much as dragging his weak limbs. Dragging his front legs helped; Glaucos carved a small path with his belly as he went, trailing towards the light, and as he emerged beneath a shaft of orange glow, he let out a shriek and tried to withdraw. Reversal was not an option.

Those sensitive little eyes. He could not make sense of the shapes; but he felt the light and saw a darkness creeping closer, and somewhere in his developing heart he thought, mother! And as desperate as he was beneath his spotlight, he managed to thrust himself towards Astara with a pitiful cry.