Never mind the cost of her newly-regained sight, because that was something she was trying very hard NOT to think about. (What was a soul, afterwards? And would she have any need for it when she passed away? Perhaps it was all imaginary, anyways. So what was there to lose?)
No matter, Meredith could see again, and she felt starved for everything she had missed out. Her first view of town, of the carnival. Of budding leaves and greening grass. She was drunk on the colours and patterns, having missed it all more than she could have imagined.
Her mood was so great that she nearly skipped to the egg hunt that day. Green peacoat, a creamy sweater beneath, and fitted brown trousers, she was a bright spot in the growing darkness as she checked in. Smiles everywhere and green eyes sparkling (so green, almost unnaturally so), and there wasn't a thing that could spoil her mood.
She got her name tag and pinned it happily to her coat, hot chocolate warming her hands as she looked about (Looked about! It was amazing!) for her partner, Connie. There were so many faces, very few familiar, and she was bitten lip as she peered about, rising up on her tiptoes to try and look at name tags. Even the hustle and bustle of thoughts around her didn't bother her that day.