Sun Mote Copse A Child Has Been Born into the World

There was a great deal of shifting and moving, and the girl decided she did not like this in the slightest. Her discontent was expressed with another, single loud chirp, comparable to that of a chipmunk. She shifted, rolling in an odd tumble of limbs, until the warmth was beside her once more and she pressed against the soft, the warm, the sensations she found quite quickly that she loved. 

Then the warmth rumbled, vibrations that had her still in surprise, but when she decided the vibrations did not disturb the warmth or her comfort did she ignore them, once more drifting into that blissful unawareness that was sleep, utterly content.