Moonspear what will tomorrow bring

With the additions of both sight and mobility to Vela's arsenal of talents, the freckled child was finding life to be all the more interesting with every passing. The simplicities of life, all of which would bore an individual of even double her age, captivated her in a way which would keep her occupied for hours on end. In this instance, it was the manner in which dust particles danced in the sunlight that trickled into the den. Every so often when the specks of matter would settle, Vela would draw a poised forepaw towards them to cause a ruckus. When the flurry continued, she would settle once more, pleased with the work that she had done. 

Feeling at peace, Vela felt the first inklings of a nap overcome her as she laid near the stream of light. Her eyes lids grew heavy, weighing down her head and gradually she brought it to her outstretched forelegs. It was as she parted her lips to suppress a yawn that a sudden noise broke the silence of the den and quickly, her head shot up and turned from her entertainment with a look of irritation, not all too pleased that the peace had been disrupted. Vela was a child that thrived in peace and silence, only raising concerns when something interrupted this delicate balance. Ran, who had disturbed the peace, was often a cause of Vela's irritants. Though she wasn't acutely aware of the differences between she and her sibling, she knew that there was something different about this sibling-- something that she already could comprehend that she didn't quite care for. Ran seemed always to have something going wrong and, in reaction to such catastrophes, Vela would find herself begrudging her deformed sibling whenever this occurred. 

Picking herself up, Vela hobbled over towards her sibling on somewhat steady legs, her eyes hard as she approached. Once near her sibling, Vela sat and stared, hoping that this look alone would get her other siblings to be quiet.