Golden Glade Notre Famille [The Birth]

The babe drank with growing intensity, her once distraught figure lulled into a content sequence of rough fluidity. The bulky lump beside her suckled too, abrasive against her own delicate body. She remembered him from The Dark. Perhaps he had followed her? Those early thoughts would either make or break kinship, form bonds or rivalry; the newborn was idly unawhere of her inner mind and what it may hold. And so she clung to what she could grasp, the simplicity of the present and her current goal, to feed.