Neverwinter Forest and spit you out

curiosity wins the hand and asmoses swings his head away from his sister — whom he recognizes in some sort of primal way had fallen asleep — and studies amma again. there are no real concrete shapes, necessarily. nothing vivid that he can latch onto. regardless, being able to see shadowy shapes fills him with awe ( though he does not recognize it ); like an archeologist finding pieces of broken and faded pottery at a dig site that yielded nothing but dirt up until now. asmoses coos his delight and grunts as he scoots away from liliana's side to poke around the small space of amma's birthing den; squinting his eyes against the soft cottony light — so very different! — from the shadows and blobs that now lay behind him. intrigued, he scoots towards the light that filters in thru the mouth of the den wanting to, for the first time, see.