The Sentinels Then we do it again

For a child so young as she there was no sort of schedule that tended singularly to the hours of day. She was in a constant ebb and flow of both awareness and slumber...waking when she was hungry and then drifting when she was not. But now that she could see the world, and enunciated [partially] the fragments of thought that glossed her mind, she was not married to merely being hungry in order to be alert.
 
She lifted her ashy head and peered through the darkness of night at her Mother. Osprey she identified firmly. But Osprey had two names; the first of which escaped Wraen's mouth with a soft, adoring mewl. "Mm!" she attempted with the furious wagging of her tail to illustrate her excitement. "Mo!"