Sun Mote Copse A Child Has Been Born into the World

She had been nothing, floating, in a world that consisted of darkness and motionlessness, and it had suited her fine. But with a explosion of movement that was the single most violent thing the girl had yet to experience, she was expelled into a world of feeling and thought and so much more. And quite suddenly her maw opened as air flooded her lungs, and the sudden contrast of life, of breath and oxygen, had her gasp.

still, darkness reigned, though she knew no other than it. As did soundlessness, a profound quiet that was neither new nor frightening. But still, she could feel, and taste, and she sense was as awe inspiring as it was disorienting. She had but one purpose, however, and as she found herself sandwiched between forms she could not name, instinct bade her to seek something, and as she discovered a teat and begun to suckle, she knew she had succeeded. Sensation as one of the forms beside her pummeled her, yet she did not move, only writhed a moment in her discomfort.

She slipped into a slumber soon after, warm and content, dreams nothing but darkness. Only did she stir when suddenly there was a cold, and she emitted a startled chirp, shifting closer to her brother and pushing against him greedily as if she might steal his warmth.