Dragoncrest Cliffs look at the fire and think of me

sons. two tiny bundles of perfection, cast in shimmering hues like a rainbow across the stormy grey sky of their father's heart. every color swirled into their tiny bones, layered into their damp downy fur.
colors.
zephyr's eyes crack open to the darkness of his den, then flutter shut again, remembering. a night in the mountains, when everything had changed. when his eyes had opened, only to be forced closed again by... by what? he can't remember yet, but it hardly matters. he clutches this tiny slip of memory to his heart, feeling the whole world churning inside of it. the world, cast in vibrant hues he hasn't seen in months. colors, everywhere.
slowly, zephyr starts to feel a little like himself again.