The Sentinels You gave me nothing, now it's all I got

The best part about being born in such a time was that she hadn't the slightest ounce of awareness; the world simply was. With the existence of her Mother there was a source of comfort...already the nonsense of birth was fading from memory. Now she only remembered the scent of Osprey and the warmth that would someday be known as Terance and Sarah.
 
She sighed contentedly against the tufts of hair tickling her face and buried further into the softness of her Mother's belly. Sarah and Terances's incessant thrashing to be closer jostled her but failed to illicit any remarks or complaints; a highlight to the natural goodness of her personality. Wraen's passive nature had already planted its roots and she exercised her harmonious tendencies with a beautifully executed shift that gave the pushier siblings more room.