Wheeling Gull Isle daggers and diamonds

For the most part, the little girl couldn't be bothered. Her siblings would nudge and prod at her, and her mother and father would tuck her in at their side as one left or arrived, but Thresher had very few complaints. Even when carried, the little girl was still and quiet, considering the feelings she was experiencing like a mute little scientist trying to piece together what she was experiencing and how she felt about it. She had little idea what most movements meant, but was content in knowing that when she was moved, she would still be in a place of warmth and comfort, even if the cool absence of a parent or caretaker lasted moments. 

She felt her mother move away from her, and she instinctively moved toward the nearest source of warmth- which in this case was Koi. She uttered soft little noises- not quite whimpers but little whines as she searched until she found something soft and warm. This was one of the others that was about her size- as she'd already realized there existed others who were much larger and warmer than she. But as always, the little girl was content to lie next to anyone as long as they were warm and relatively still, so she tucked her little nose into the crook of Koi's throat, placed her body next to her sister's and relaxed again, into a calm slumber.