Stone Circle A story to Embarrass in the future

Dawn had become complacent in her discomfort. She stilled when she was displeased, which was nearly every moment of every day, and slept plenty because it was her only reprieve. Blind and deaf, it seemed impossible to hate, but the youngest Ansbjørn-Ciel seemed to detest almost everything. Pressed against Grayday's body kept her soothed, but when he brushed his cold nose across her back, she stirred into hateful squirms and squeaks of protest. Just keep me warm, nothing else!

Her brother, on the other hand, was a curious and wandering sort. In Dawn's tiny thrashing, she realized that he was no longer beside her— having been too distracted by her father's all-consuming warmth to notice at first— and it made her squirm more fiercely in a direction to locate him. Unfortunately, she started roly-polying her way towards Grayday's hind legs, the opposite way of Sunny's journey.