Moonspear the party's underway

Comfort came at her beck and call. A soft nudge pressed her closer to whatever she had bumped into, and she soon learned that it gave her warmth, just like Mommy and the others. She qas quieted for now, and more nudges and light touches came. She assumed they all came from her mother, for she did not know of her father's existance. At least not yet.

Content with were she was, the pale babe settled down one more for a nap, her movements growing sofer and breathing slower. All that hard work tuckered her out.