He feels it happening, the stripping away of the ursine protection that the blind stallion so desperately needed and clung to, and he can't resist letting out a cry of terror. Was this all a trap, then? That Deimos had never intended for anything other than to send Siberian off to die, after giving him false hope with the restoration of his shapeshifting ability? After a moment, the Budyonny raises his head up high and squares his shoulders, prepared to meet whatever comes next with a soldier's dignity. What happens next, however, rocks him on all four hooves, nearly knocking him over with the total shock that consumes him and his short-lived "do what thou wilt" philosophy. The total black that had been his world for far too long is abruptly stripped away, colors and shapes that he had only seen in his unkeepable dreams manifesting in its place. He blinks, once, twice. And then his legs can no longer hold him upright, trembling so hard as they are. His hindquarters abruptly plummet down to earth with a soft thud, and Siberian simply stares up at the gray mare, drunk on the returned beauty of the world.
Dimly, he recognizes that she somehow knows his name despite it being an unspoken fact, but he is not surprised that she would be able to learn his identity. It would be mere foal's play for someone who could force a body change and restore lost senses to another to skim a mind for that mind's name. He isn't sure how to treat this entry into his mind, but lets it pass for now, focused on the greater issues at hand. Soft, incredulous laughter escapes the stallion in response to her question. "I see everything....everything. You, the trees, the sky, the earth. And it's so beautiful. Gods, it's so beautiful. Thank you. " Tears prick at his eyes, blurring the world all over again, though thankfully doing nothing more that that, and he pivots away from the mare while still sitting upright upon the ground, giving himself the illusion of privacy as he weeps over what has been returned. Over what he had believed to be lost forever, his existence a forever world of darkness. Trying to get control of himself, he lowers his head and neck to brush his wet eyes against his foreleg.
Siberian
The sexy grizzly boy of Beqanna