Sawtooth Spire nyceteris

*invades!*

By now, he had learned that he need not be concerned with the fussing and stirring of his siblings, although there were times that he roused with them and would seemingly seek to soothe them by nudging them or crawling on top of them. Now was not one of those times, but his mother put a stop to his rest by flipping him on to his back. In an instant, he was jarred awake and this abrupt awakening was accompanied by a sharp squeak.

In the next instant, he had righted himself in one surprisingly fluid motion, as though he had practiced the technique to do so hundreds of times before. Perhaps it was a fluke, a flailing limb placed just the right way to tip him back onto his belly. Or, perhaps he had just demonstrated a gift of quick grace.