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Optics has a minion!
Myopia the Magpie
Myopia the Magpie
Optics
Legacy Name: Optics
The
Spectrum DevontiOwner:
SebyashkaAge: 8 years, 9 months, 3 weeks
Born: July 17th, 2015
Adopted: 8 years, 9 months, 3 weeks ago
Adopted: July 17th, 2015
Statistics
- Level: 15
- Strength: 11
- Defense: 10
- Speed: 10
- Health: 15
- HP: 15/15
- Intelligence: 0
- Books Read: 0
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
WIP
"Are you excited, Opie?"
She shrugged indifferently from the backseat while staring out the window at the blurs passing by. If she was being honest with herself (which she usually was), she would much rather be at home watching Netflix instead of going to the eye doctor's for a check-up. Besides, she had just had one at school a few days ago. The nurse had even talked to her mom at the end of the day - Opie figured she was fine.
But no, her mom had to go and take her to get her eyes checked for real, at the doctor's and everything. Pulling into the strip mall where her op-tom-et-rist (she'd had her mom say it for her seven times to make sure she could prononuce it) worked, she felt anxious and slightly frustrated at the same time. Pulling open the van door, she squinted at the bright sunlight from the sunny day that assaulted her eyes. Her mom was already a few steps ahead, and Opie followed her into the office with growing nervousness.
She had never noticed having an issue with her eyes before, so she didn't even know if it was a recent problem or not. But now, reading the board was a little harder than it used to be. Sometimes she had to move to the front of the room, but there were extra spots so no one made it seem like an issue. Reading in bed at night - a trait her mom exasperatedly yet fondly claims Opie got from her - was getting more difficult because she had to squint more and move her face closer to the page, until her nose was practically touching it. They were all recent developments, so Opie wasn't sure what had caused them, or why they were suddenly happening. She hoped she didn't need glasses. Or if she did, that at least her glasses wouldn't be dumb-looking, mostly because she already had enough to be teased about without adding glasses to the mix. She shook those thoughts. Her mom wore glasses and contacts, and so did her dad. And she looked up to them. They were actually kinda cool, for parents. And they always had friends over or took her with when they went visiting.
The receptionist greeted them, and Opie looked around at the glasses and sunglasses lining the walls - or at least, the closer ones. The rest were shimmery blurs thanks to the sunlight streaming in the window onto all the frames. She moved closer to get a better look, and examined them closely. Wire-framed, plastic-framed, rimless; black, blue, red, tortiseshell, animal print; round, square, oval; the variety astounded her. All in all, she had absolutely no idea which ones she would want if she were to even get them.
"Opie?" She turned back to look at the nurse. "The doctor will see you now." She beckoned her towards the back offices, and led Opie away.
***
The doctor was younger and cooler than Opie expected, a friendly twilight donadak with dark red squarish frames of his own. Opie definitely didn't develop an immediate crush or anything, though, in case you were wondering. She hoped if she had to get glasses, they would fit her personality, like his seemed to.
He carefully explained what each instrument did as he introduced them, which did wonders on soothing Opie's nerves. The only part she struggled with was the tonometer - she blinked too quickly three or four times before she finally let the air puff into her eyes. She stumbled her way through the eye chart, second-guessing herself until the doctor assured her that there were no wrong answers - they just needed to see how well she could see, in order to give her the correct prescription. While that calmed her fears a little, she still gave herself long pauses between the question and answer, trying her best to say the right things.
Afterwards, Opie sat with her mother in the waiting room while the doctor processed her results. When he finally came out, he directed most of his speech to her mom, so Opie was lost when it came to understanding her prescription. However, it wasn't lost on her when the doctor showed her the options she could choose from for her glasses. She looked to her mom for advice, partially because she thought her mom was the most stylish person she knew, but also because her mom had worn glasses since 4th grade - just like she was now.
Her mom smiled and walked over to the shelf nearest her.
"What color do you want, Opie? A pattern or solid color?" Opie looked thoughtfully at the glasses before turning shyly to her mom and asking, "Do they have any like yours that I can get?"
Before her mom could answer, the doctor was smiling. He moved down the row and plucked a larger, round pair of tortoiseshell glasses off the shelf and offered them to her. She put them on and squinted into the mirror placed strategically between the rows of glasses. She wasn't sure if she liked them or not, but she liked how they looked on her mom, and wanted to be like her.
She nodded hesitantly, and looked at her mom again, who was smiling wide. "Are you sure you like those? You don't have to get them if you want another kind."
Opie looked in the mirror again, and nodded, this time more determinedly. The optometrist plucked them off her face, and took them to put the correct lenses in.
It was barely twenty minutes until he returned, bearing the glasses like an offering, but to Opie the seconds dragged slower than they ever had before. Before he handed them over, he handed her mom a bag - probably full of boring stuff - and some sheets of paper that contained writing too small for her to read from where she stood. Finally, he handed her the glasses, and she cautiously put them on.
What she saw startled her so much that she immediately pulled them off and swung her head towards the two adults, glancing between them wide-eyed.
"Is...is that how everything is always supposed to look?" Her voice was trembling a bit, which she was embarassed about, especially in front of the doctor. Mom had a strange expression on her face, but nodded encouragingly. Opie decided not to mention it until they got home.
Opie placed them on her face once again and looked around the room, this time much more carefully. Instead of simply seeing blurs and indefinite shapes, it seemed that everything was suddenly thrust into sharp focus. Where she had to squint before, suddenly she could see all the way across the store with no problem. When she looked outside, she could see the large signs across the plaza no problem.
She had to close her eyes, because she was feeling a little dizzy from the change in vision. She opened them again when Mom rubbed her shoulder comfortingly, keys dangling from the lanyard in her other hand.
"Ready to go home?"
***
The ride home was no less ecstatic. She couldn't stop her excited chatter, but Mom was Mom, and would just have to deal with it. She kept her eyes on the outside world whizzing by. Did you know that trees have individual leaves on them!? Did you always see the names of the streets as you passed through intersections? Lookit - that car, over there - why d'ya think it's full of Magpies, and Archives, and Brrowls? Look how cute they are!
Opie looked up at the buildings, and clouds, and powerlines whizzing by, and didn't look away until they arrived home. When they got home and Mom was pulling open her door, her new glasses made it easy to see the tear tracks on Mom's cheeks, which made Opie worried.
"Mom, are...is everything okay?" She sniffled, quickly wiping away her tears away as she nodded. Opie had on her best Skeptical Face, which made Mom laugh, a bit watery.
"Oh, sweetie, I just wish I had known that you needed them. I acted exactly the same when I was younger and first got glasses -" She sniffled again and continued, "It's hard to learn something was up and I didn't catch it myself. I'm just feeling overwhelmed right now, sweetie. It's," she cleared her throat, "it's ok."
Opie didn't know what to say. She got out of the car with her backpack and the bag of glasses information that Mom promised she'd explain to her. With a hopeful gleam in her eye, Opie put on her most hopeful and charming voice.
"Well...I don't know how to make up for whatever it is you're upset about, but I know how much better I'd feel better if you let me sit in The Office with you and Dad tonight after dinner." The Office was Mom and Dad's fiercely protected workspace and lounge, off-limits except on the most auspicious of occasions.
Mom laughed, Opie's favorite hands-covering-her-mouth laugh, and Opie laughed at the sound. When Mom regained her breath a few moments later as they closed the garage and entered the house, Mom replied, "We'll chat with Daddy over dinner, but I think a family reading night in The Office can be arranged."