Sight
How would you know if your sight is off?
The flaming red jumps just like a vibrating drum.
Green reaches and glows, it falls from the tree and flows.
It's just that blue swims, certainly does not seem grim.
I tell those looking at my sister to knock it off.
We would walk away, maybe to the beach to play.
I would hide her odd, I could not see her scarred.
hidden out of sight, protected with my might.
I now see more variation than on or off.
Every encounter, it is not always a fight.
She's not blown over, by every passerby's whim.
It was my vision that needed better insight.
All My Muses
by Ranon
Excerpt taken from All My Muses
Attribution: Ranon
Age Estimate: 1 year
Background: Ranon arrived with the rest of the Etonia Council and started a market and trade center in the old city neighborhood. She was a prolific song writer and took her inspiration from events and interactions. She wrote a book about each of her main inspirations. This excerpt is about the inspiration Ranon took from her sister, Signal. It was discovered later that Signal could see colors differently than most everyone else.
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