Waterworks

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Nothing. There was nothing the young babe could see. Rendered blind by a failure of genetics in a sense, never would the child experience the wonders of seeing another sunrise or sunset, seeing the beauty mother nature could provide in the flora, view the face of those around her, of those she loves. It was a tragedy, one that struck her heart and sent the young one spiraling downward in her emotions. With each step, delicate crown hung low, unseeing peepers on the grains of sand that tickled her delicate paw pads. Atop her head, ears cupped and swiveled in an attempt to draw in the sounds. Though she could not see, Sekte was grateful that she was not deaf as well. The singing of the birds, the gentle whistle of the wind through the trees, the soothing sound of the waves colliding with the shoreline were all noises she had learned to appreciate even more since her sight had betrayed her. All were beautiful and sweet to the child, all were admired - and yet, it was bittersweet. The fact that she would never be able to see the color of the water, the sky, or the sand seemed to weigh heavily on the blinded child.

Striding forth, her steps hesitant and cautious, Sikte kept her nose to the wind to help her find her way. Each step was a peculiar shuffle to ensure that nothing was in the way that she would stumble over, and to any one watching, it would look quite ridiculous to watch her. The warmth of the sun on her back and the grains beneath her feet were the only things that told her that she had yet to stumble in the water. Sikte figured that she would be able to tell, for the water would be much cooler than the sand was. Continuing along, head held low while she shuffle-stepped along the beach, the gentle ocean breeze lifted and flowed through her silken tendrils, carrying with it many different scents. The most pungent was the briny smell of the ocean water, sharp to the point that it tickled her blackened nostrils and brought a tiny sneeze from within her. The other was the faint perfume of another canine, though that was all she was able to determine. It was dangerous, being blind. One could not tell if there was a true threat or not, and she relied heavily on her instinct though they were not quite developed yet. Lifting her head, she peered forward with milky, light pink eyes and turned cupped ears forward again, sweet tones calling out to the one she could not see, ?Is... Is someone there? I?m afraid I can?t quite see. Please, don?t hurt me. I mean no harm, really. I?m just trying to find shelter.?