Hushed Willows thing one thing two

The world was ever-changing, and it easily entranced Prialux. She'd found her feet not a week ago, and her vision had cleared until it was crisp and bright. The light from the den had seduced her into taking her first step into the entry, and from there she had seen the autumnal burst of foliage overhead, and her new heart had been overtaken by a yearning to experience it all. But that had been curbed by being overwhelmed and shy, and she had retreated back into the safety and comfort of the den, trembling, rather than striking out any further. She hadn't gone beyond that point even a week later. Kavos was braver than she for the moment, that much was certain.

But eventually the tiny dove would spread her wings and soar, and find in life beyond the darkness a joy she could never feel here under the oppression of her mother's indifference. She wriggled hither and thither on her back, grunting at the sensation of rough dirt on itchy skin, only to still and cast a longing glance in Amara's direction when the woman stirred. Unlike Kavos, she felt no resentment for her mother's neglect. She was too young and innocent in the world to experience such a thing. She felt only love and adoration, and frustration when it was rejected, but she was too young to dwell on that, too. She forgot it instantly. Mostly she yearned for her mother's love and attention and would do anything to receive it, and when it finally turned to her, her wriggling renewed tenfold.

She reached her squirming nose toward Amara as her mother spoke to her, words still warped and quiet yet distinct enough for her newly strengthened ears to prick up in response. She whined excitedly and twisted around until she got her paws under her, and then she went for Amara's muzzle with a furiously lapping tongue, hoping for reciprocation now that she was getting some attention.