Neverwinter Forest let me love you

Everything was perfect; the world was warm and dark, and in it she floated without a single shred of knowledge over what was to come. The pinch came and she ignored it. It was a feeling she had experienced before when the others moved through the fluid space of the universe. But this feeling was different. It was uncomfortable because of how new it felt, and she did not like the newness. Before long the world began to ripple, to pull, to push, and though the girl was unaware of exactly what this was, she felt a fear of it. The absence of the others was keenly felt in the next few moments, before she too came out of her beloved world of warmth and simplicity — and everything changed.

She hit the ground; this solid thing which was not warm or comfortable. There was a familiar wet warmth across her face as something tended to her, and once the birthing sac had been removed, the girl felt the chill of the air and the sensation of cold, being new, unwelcome, and the first real sense of irritation she had felt sinch the pinch, made her cry out with indignation. Once her mouth opened she tasted the air, and learned of movement. Understanding would be slow to arrive for the child, yet her brain fired off signals and her body reacted; her tiny feet wiggled, her head lifted and dropped, and she writhed in the dirt even while being repositioned. Once she found the new warmth, this textured thing so unlike the free and endless comfort of the first world, she felt a little better.

The feeling of her siblings moving about next to her were felt but not wholly processed; and the little one naturally sought a teat in among the coarse hairs of her mother's belly, finding a greater warmth there than ever before. It filled her, and so she drank heartily, wedging herself among the other leanaí who had freshly arrived.