Sunbeam Lair It’s not so hard now, you’ve got it all

In the womb her dreams were of many things; sometimes they were of gentle water ebbing against a sandy, rocky shore, mountains covering the horizon behind it. Sometimes they were of flying , soaring high in the chill of the air. Other times they were of dark, murky things, with shadows thick and sluggish as fetid blood. Her last dream in the womb was one of those dark ones, until the utter blackness shifted to a half gray light. The cloistered feeling she had grown with for her whole unborn life was suddenly ripped away, leaving her cold and alone. 

She was the first, and leadership was lonely. The other moving bundles she had half felt in her dreams were gone now. They too were a comfort she grew to appreciate. The girl protested this at first with an indignant squeal, but as she squirmed towards another, albeit less enveloping warmth, her mouth working for something she could not yet understan- wait what was this liquid spilling forth? 

Her mouth latched onto a strange spiget, bringing warming nutrients and goodness to her belly. Her annoyance swept away, she kneaded thoughtlessly at the warmth, pushing more of this liquid goodness into her, all dreams of the womb dissolved by the creamy warmth