Noctisardor Bypass This was my youth in the world of nettles

Sometime in the night, perhaps two or three days past, her eyes had opened. Reserved by nature, Goldfinch had not drawn attention to herself. Even now she only quietly observed the happenings within the den. There was so much to be seen.

Though she didn't understand any of it yet, watching it all took a great deal of energy. After a time she yawned and sought the warmth of one of her siblings. It didn't matter much to her whether they had plans of their own; she wanted a nap, and fully expected her chosen victim to participate.