Sun Mote Copse surrendra's breath

The rumble of the lump she dozed upon woke her, the lump that gave life. she stirred, and her puppy-blue gaze blinked open, and still the colours and shapes that flooded her senses excited her. There was her mother, the red-brown lump that was almost always in the vicinity, and there was, upon inspection, the small lump of a sibling. But there was another, she noted with a chirp, and interested in the lump made dark by the light of the Unknown that surrounded it, she wiggled fiercely toward it, light, happy noises tumbling from her maw as she did so.