Stavanger Bay when the river took flight

she was little, and she was the stark opposite of fierce. no, when she was dispelled from her mothers womb she felt only exhaustion. the babe wished to sleep, but was firstly roused by a series of touches from her mother. even still, the young one wanted to rest. she let out the smallest squeal of noncompliance before another touch brought about a new, strange feeling in her. it was the most uncomfortable thing in the world, and she would never enjoy it. hunger was its name, but she did not know it! she probed her mothers chest and found nothing that she wanted there but for warmth, and she let out a frail cry that told of the life within her. she was a fierce little thing that hungered, and though she adored the warmth her mother had brought she desired something else, something nameless!