Dragoncrest Cliffs Aquamarine

[table width=80%][tr][td]Mute, deaf and blind did the little boy enter the world - in early spring, ready to see the world light up with warm beams of sunshine whenever he was older and, perhaps, wiser. He had not waited for the moment to be born - had not thought about anything but sleeping, if one would call it that yet. He could hardly think, his brain simply too young to process anything but mother's warmth and the sensation of her rubbing him dry and clean. It was all he needed - all he could ask for in such a vulnerable state. Safety - protection and love.

As soon as he was settled at her belly did the boy's head go out of its way to find a teat. It took him but a few seconds, latching onto it without a pardon as his sister was also brought into the world. Soon, he would acknowledge her presence, but for now there was only him and the taste of sweet milk - innocent and pure to the core.[/td][/tr][/table]