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38% fert born 12/4/2014 First official mutation in this pride
Added Infernal Agouti (Thank you so much Stormsky #31445 !!!) and changed base from white to hallowed.
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The prince was smitten, in adoration of this little queen, taken ruler as but a cub. She was a glittering goddess in his eyes, far more stunning than he could ever dream to be. And yet her clouded eyes saw nothing of it, and he sorrowed for her, bent his crowned head and wondered how the fair ones could be so cruel as to deny the most beautiful creature the ability to behold such beauty herself.
He lay with her, as he often did, and thought of such things. "Do you hate your eyes? Or your mother?" he asked, for he was given at times to honesty, in the face of this unseeing one at least.
"Do I wish to see, you mean?" she inquired, an inquistive expression on her face as her head tilted, almost correctly in his direction though she couldn't help but to favor her ears still. "Only as much as you wish to fly."
"But do you not long for the sunlight?" he burst out, leaping passionately to his feet to pace. "Do you not miss the colors?"
"'Miss'? My love, I have never had colors to miss!" Oracle responded in exasperation, outrage banked beneath the words, found louder in the lash of her tail as she remained stubbornly on her belly; not in deference to him but in preference of comfort. "As for the sunlight, it is right here! It is on my fur now, you fool. It warms me as surely as it does you, and I feel it beneath by skin, through all of my muscles. How am I to long for what I have?"
Fire stared at her, pacing gone still as uncertainty interrupted his desire to--what? he wondered. To rescue her? From herself? His haunches sunk sulkily to the ground. "I am sorry," he forced himself to say, relieved when the words emerged with genuine feeling rather than grudging admittance. There was a bit of the latter too, of course, but it was easier to be honest without eyes on him. Or, as it happened, only milky unseeing ones drifting in his direction. "I thought selfishly."
"You often do," she sniffed, but when he stretched out on his belly to butt his head against her side, she did him the kindness of not moving away. "I have told you of the things I see without ever needing of sight." The reminder tried to be gentle, but was edged in frustration.
"You have," he agreed, thinking of the scenery she had painting in describing what her more finely tuned remaining senses detected. She had made the savannah beautiful anew for him. "The things you tell me are so spectacular that I forget, though, that they could possibly be real." That made her laugh, to his relief.
"You besotted fur-for-brains," she accused fondly. "If you're going to cling so, at least make yourself useful and groom me." Fire happily complied, and together they basked in the sun, and as he worshipped his goddess, she slept in peace, the blind queen basking on her throne.
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