Wheeling Gull Isle show me, who I am and who I could be

With blinking eyes, he fought the darkness. Light flooded in. The first mark of a rebel heart: nature is no law to me.

The shapes around him were a blur, as though he looked through a glass, dimly. They shuffled, they moved, one became five as different parts and colours made their way around him, and each one carried a different smell. Ones he recognized. Brother. Sister. Song giver. Warmth bringer.

Simeon leaned against @Heda and marvelled at the size of her. A deep warmth filled his heart as he remembered the songs she sang to ten. A little coo was all he gave her, this sleeping giant next to him, @Judah, @Malakai, and @Dinah — and he looked to each in turn.

His eyes finally rested on the brightest one of all, and like a moth to the flame, Simeon giggled and tottered over, and, when he had reached the one he knew as the one he always made sure to scream for, placed a big slap! of his paw right in @Caracal’s sleeping face.

Thus begins day 72, when eyes are given sight.