ferino.

Life in the dark takes some getting used to.
After the first week or so, the eyes adjust.
A month into it, total acclimation is achieved.

At this point, it would not be inaccurate to compare The Often Orphan to a raccoon. 

Surprise is the natural reaction when light pierces Orphan’s pitch-black normality. 
The tall, fair creature standing in it is even more of an intrigue.

Orphan’s sister, ever-trusting and curious to a fault, gives in and breaks from his side.
Stupid female.
There were lessons about this.
Never trust the blonde ones. 

The Often Orphan readies his javelin hand, in case the fair one produces a lollipop.