Stone Circle oel ngati kameie

@Tauris @Figment @Katla :)

If a newborn could have any concept of the existence of the sun then perhaps they would believe the den entrance to be it; to be this incomprehensibly bright object which lit and warmed the world from afar.

The timing of his and his sister's birth meant the sun was at full strength and often reached into the cool darkness of their earthen home. Its heat was different from that of his mother's — it was not as alluring. If only because its intensity was bothersome to the boy's underdeveloped eyes.  But over time, the brightness of the entryway became less and less of something to turn his face away from. It gradually became more tolerable until, on the morning of the eleventh day of his life, it became so tolerable that there was no need for his eyes to hide behind their lids, and they opened.

Initially, it was only the one eye. Swiftlet stirred from his slumber and slowly peered around with that single baby blue, his mouth quirked in such a way that overall his expression appeared stuck between suspicious and sneering. In truth, it was taking his mind several moments longer to wake and he was devoid of any particular thought or feeling. That was until his head turned toward his mother. She might have been amorphous — his eyesight needing to develop still — but he knew instantly and without any doubt that the shape was her.

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Swiftlet peeped and smacked the ground with his paw. Behind him, his little tail wagged so hard it threatened to propel him forward.