Swiftcurrent Creek ’twas brillig, and the slithy toves

Something floated into her unsteady vision, keeping to the corners as to not block her view of the rising sun. Blossom unsteadily bobbed her head to look at it, blinking a few times to try and catch the vision she could just barely make out.

The longer she stared, the more she could pick up. Color was an exciting rush, a new sensation she was realizing wasn’t just a momentary view of the distant star. It was something right in front of her!

The new color was a pretty object, a new spring flower, though Blossom did not know this name yet. In her head, she simply dubbed it “color”. Instinct said it was such, though she had no name for the color yet. She would, eventually, but for now, it was new. New was exciting! She used her front paws to drag her little body closer to the new object, one heavy handed drag by one drag, before she was right in front of it. Closer, she could see the color better, and her still developing eyes took a backseat to her nose. She knew this fragrance, but had never gotten so close to it. Blossom stuck her nose closer, ending up half buried in the flower and with a nose full of pollen as a result. She let out the largest sneeze she had ever sneezed, the force of it carrying the flower away from her, and her onto her back. Like a flipped beetle, she sat there for a moment, her legs paddling, confusion on her little face.

Her eyes caught the distant, cloudy motion of something else. Another color! Blossom looked up at the distant thing, and began to giggle.

This one looked like the sun! She waved a little paw at her mother’s face, giggling all the while.