Her eyes are wrinkles and wet when she's born. A few weeks later they open and her mother is met with two startlingly blue gems sparkling in the dappled light of sunny hollow.
"Oh," her breath catches in her throat. "My sweet Maggie..." Calliope can't seem to find the words. She licks her daughter, heart beating with warmth at the sight of a faded brown striped zigzagging down her back. Just her mother.
Calliope love her more than she can ever know.