Sawtooth Spire nyceteris

I AM HERE

He was probably one of the fatter potatoes. Eventually, he'd grow off his chubbiness and trade it in for sheer size but the boy was currently struggling to get off his back and out of the position his dearest mother had put him in. It was a process, using his legs to roll back and forth, though he couldn't quite get over on to his stomach. He would get there, because if he was developing any trait, it was that he was stubborn. This could be translated to be determination but nevertheless, he kept trying.

He could almost get there, almost. With a mewl of frustration, Atuaserk rolled again and... and success! He was officially off of his back. Take that, mom!