#chefstiles

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Once upon a time, an Alpha werewolf, pregnant with her third child, unwittingly snubbed a powerful sorceress who was feeling petty that day by taking in her unruly, drunken demeanor, sighing, telling her to stop magicking the trees and flowers alive, and could she please call off the oversized dragonflies and the wyverns (thank the Gods it was wyverns, and not dragons, which would've been considerably bigger, harder to deal with, and much more fatal) and leave the Alpha's territory, thank you.

Unbeknownst to nearly everyone, the sorceress, meanly, cast a little curse the pregnant lady's way as she swanned off, and, in due time, the Alpha would give birth to a child who opened his eyes seeing color.

A romantic part of the mother worried, but, eventually, she realized it didn't really change much of anything, as her son lived and laughed and loved as sweetly and softly and kindly as anyone else, besides, she and her Mate quite liked having a child they could share the wonders of colors with.

And so it was that the little, seemingly harmless curse, went unnoticed.