Wheeling Gull Isle the silence of the night

Even if it seemed as if the entire world was against her, at least she had her baby.  She had worried for some time that they would be like their mother — slow on the uptake, incapable of speech.  Inadequate.

But patience had won out, and her child had begun to speak even as the wounded raven had reverted back to speechlessness.  She sat sphynxlike with one arm on each side of the girl with the proverbial bleeding heart, having entire conversations without words until she looked up and babbled.

Reigi, of course, was so proud.  She tucked her head over her growing daughter and growled deep in her throat so she could feel the vibrations.