Hideaway Strath hidden with a photoreactive ink

Six weeks had passed since Turmeric had felt the cool touch of the world. How different his world had become!

The growing boy mosied around on paws too big, happy to spend the day outside. Happy, every day, to spend the day outside, and if not outside, then shuffling around in the chambers in search of the new and novel and potentially bizarre. He hadn't found much to shelve into the most latter category, but he had plenty of the former. Every day was an adventure, and every day brought a new discovery!

And today, surely, would be no different! He'd spotted a strange collection of flowers nearby that screamed of wonder or danger. He still wasn't sure which - but he was sure of this: that they must have a reason for being there, and being here, alive, like he was. A thought too big for him to fully process and grasp, but the inklings were there.

Turmeric stood an eager pace away and reached out a tentative paw to perhaps flick one. See how they reacted, how they felt. And all the while, the hum of some working song lifted from his throat. Though he still didn't talk much, a smile and a hum accompanied Turmeric most places he went.