Moonspear wobblin' around in your high-heeled shoes

Dated for tomorrow.

In the den, as her siblings slept, Mira stirred. This awakening came with a new sense which she was eager to gain, as her eyelids cracked open like a splitting sea. Within swam murky blue glass. She blinked over and over, awkwardly adjusting, vision still a blurry work of abstract art. It was something new, though, and so she cherished it, beginning to wiggle excitedly against her resting siblings as the realization of what new power she now held hit her.