blind obstacle course [★] NIGHT VISION

[align=center]blackbird singing in the dead of night, take these broken wings and learn to fly

The matter of her pale, unseeing, sea-green eyes gradually became less and less... Relevant for the tiny fae. While her fur may still prickle under new gazes, she no longer flinched away from the thought of instructing others how to move without seeing. It'd been Bakugou's doing the first time, of course, requesting she give a class on the subject. How did she move without seeing?

It was like asking how she breathed. Something learned naturally. Instinctively. Regardless, as she grew older, she understood that helping others learn how to navigate without their eyes was actually useful. As a kitten, she'd regarded the task with bewilderment. What gain was there in teaching others how to move without their eyes?

With war on the breeze, the little privateer hoped this would be a beneficial exercise. She felt no confidence in teaching someone how to fight without their eyes, but she could certainly try helping them move. So, with Fiachra's help, the faerie set to creating another obstacle course. The raven proved only semi-helpful most of the time, often turning to annoy her instead of lending a claw.

Eventually, a medium sized course consisting of various sized rocks, logs and a number of crates, sat on the sandy beach. A blast to the past for any of those old enough to recall the first go-around. The privateer herself sat beside Tofu the turtle, a small basket of colorful cloths resting beside her. Her pale hues flickered thoughtfully before she raised her soft voice, "'m hosting 'n obstacle course, for any interested."

At the start and finish, she'd placed a bell. A new idea, which would tell the finisher there was no more course left.

"Ya 'ave to go it blind, with one of these cloths." The most important rule. "I'll be offerin' tips from 'ere." Or not. Or vaguely. Who knew?

✯ — keona sibéal ó faoláin. female. privateer of the typhoon. blind. rusty spotted cat. ref. bio.

⚓ IKAIA | current track ♪ | current shape: oncilla | preparing. . . | [Image: zgR219p.png]

"I want to too!" The youth called with a grin. There's a vague memory of his friend doing something like this before, but it's grown muddled and unimportant with time. In the present, he happily bounds over to Keona and her basket of cloths.

Ikaia happened to be older than Keona, though it seemed they might have well be the same. The blood running through his veins, like hers, seemed to change the course of time for them. Not that he seemed to take much notice, quite contently living his life like there was nothing odd about him. If Elijah ever posed the question to either of them, he might only shrug, uncertain.

"Do we try to ring the bells?" He inquired as he worked with the cloth. He had looked over the course once or twice, but decided going in nearly completely blind made the most sense. Ikaia felt rather confident he'd seen two bells though; start and finish. "I think I'm ready, Keo."

idyllfields

stars did fall

idyll trusted their fellow crewmates rather generously. perhaps a bit more than they were used to trusting. the coyote was never used to the term 'friends' as they had never had any growing up. secured and tucked away from the world as they were. only ever knowing the same three people all their life. up until they had taken that leap to see their father... their life had finally begun.

this trust was of course extended to keona. when told of the plans for the obstacle course, they looked over the entire thing. there wasn't much that they were concerned about, thankfully. far away from the crushing waves that they weren't as concerned or frightened of. just to make sure, though, they stood next to the fae as they spoke.

"if... i become too close to the water, please tell. i can't bear to be around it." their voice was hushed, then they took one of the pale colored clothes and secured it over their eyes. they took a few cautious steps forward, then bumped into kiaia. "oh, my apologies."