Verdigris Ravine Some people watch, some people pray

Somewhere along the way, Brac had finally opened his eyes. It hadn't been his choice; there was only so long one could pretend to be unseeing until natural took its course and you woke up with eyes blinking and sunlight filling the darkness he'd once basked in. With sight, the world rushed in. And with sight, his otherworld rushed out. He still caught flickers in visions and dreams, but it was noisy now, interrupted, at times, by things he had seen and not just imagined.

Still, he spent much time sleeping. Hoping he could hold on to any threads that meant to linger; to fill his mind with dreams more than the waking world.

There was something here he still had to understand.

Today, mama led them outside the den, and while Brac had tried to curl himself up in the nook of her arm, she rose even as he was getting comfy, and didn't turn around to settle back down. Brac grunted in protest and slunk after her.

A new world unfolded.

Heatlines, the blur of sand, a snaking oasis through the middle. He paused. Blinked. A soft wind pulled at his wayward fur. Another approached; the Windmaker.

Brac grunted. The Windmaker made gestures with his paws, but the Cavetreader dropped his gaze to the leaf his father had pushed aside. Brac zipped towards it in an instant.

Small paws thrust into the paste.