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FORGIVING WHO YOU ARE
FOR WHAT YOU STAND TO GAIN
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@Sanja / @Skáld / anybody else who may be near

Despite however the world had greeted him, Dagur thrived.

A survivalist already in his young age. He had no qualms shoving siblings for meals or fighting for the warmest spot alongside Móðir.

He was rewarded for these things in the form of a new sense.

Sight.

This was not nearly as grand, but it was new. He could see the soft shapes of things around him. Colors that he could not understand.

A disgruntled babble escaped him.

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Skáld had few complaints, though the odds seemed stacked against him and his siblings. He nursed, grateful, and was kept warm. He was jostled sometimes, elbowed by siblings, but they, too, were accepted with a sort of kinship. 

When light crept into his eyes, he blinked blearily. No shapes really formed in his vision, only blurred shadows and patches of light. When he turned his head, the patches of light and dark were different. But when he looked at the same place once, twice, he noticed that it didn’t change. 

Until it did.

Something dark moved, though he knew from touch that this was one of those who had been alongside him since before birth, before this life. He could not see colour or definition, but was dazzled nonetheless to see how the view changed when his siblings moved in the light.
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The noises they made were so small, like them, and cute, but they filtered to Sanja in a way that didn't elicit any response. She watched them bleary-eyed; withdrawn from everything that felt like herself, knowing that she was ill and that she was weak, and attributing her lack of connection to the trauma of her ordeal.

Their eyes were open. It was a monumental change - one to celebrate, as it marked them as having survived, just like Sanja. One child's dark blue-black eyes gleamed as he wriggled closer to her belly and tried to latch; the other had a similar change transform their face. The third, well, @Yrsa was sleeping soundly.

What do you see? The new mother asked as softly as she could.