Dragoncrest Cliffs drip, glow, soul, wave

eleven days! eyes opening <3

it was her maman the girl saw first, though little chani had no word yet for chacal aside from the deep glissade along her body at the musical voice of her mother.
second was the shafting of light at the denmouth; her eyes stung, her eyes hurt. 
and still she held them defiantly open, baby head bobbling, the sun outside the coastal den holding all of her rapt attention.