Ouroboros Spine and you bet your life it rains

the gift of sight, new to their brother, had come to inkalorë some days ago — but none would ever know it, for the star-child had promptly shied from the discovery, and firmly kept their own counsel on the matter. the first weeks of inkalorë's life had so far consisted of wanderings within their own mind, and little else; to have this routine disrupted left the middle-born baptiste feeling oddly disjointed. so they kept their eyes shut as often as possible, only rousing when something startled them enough to make them forget that they were avoiding their newfound ability.
which is exactly what lómion's outburst does. the star-child jolts awake at the movement, paws shooting out and striking @Wilwarin's flank. the full-body flinch sends their head careening into their brother's neck, an uncharacteristic wail bursting from their lips at the force of the contact. everything is blurry and too bright for the child who has all too quickly become accustomed to darkness, adding to the rudeness of their awakening. frankly, they liked life in the womb much better.