Dragoncrest Cliffs you are now tuned into the tomb of jehovah

would love an older sibbie visit but AW <3

jadou, now blessed with the gift of sight, was growing more and more independent by the day. at the present moment, this still was not by very much; his eyesight was limited to an array of light and shadow, obscured and warped into something rather incomprehensible still, and his attempts at standing were almost always in vain. nevertheless, he is hearty and sprouting like a weed, and his favorite activities range from sleeping tucked in his manman's armpit to pestering his frè ak sè.
stirring from a short nap, jadou blinks his beady eyes as warm sunburst pools in the den. aware of its presence in his wake, he squints and snorts at it rather indignantly. didn't the sun know he was in the middle of something?