unknown soldier

As Ein suckled, greedily and hungrily until his little stomach was beginning to full he paused in his feeding only momentarily when he felt the warmth of Thistle’s tongue slide the length of his body, smoothing the mussed, downy soft midnight colored fur that covered his body. He squirmed beneath her tongue, attempting to avoid his mother’s attempts at grooming him but to no real avail. It became apparent to Ein in his blind and deaf, starkly contrasting black or white world (about all he was able to comprehend and understand even if it was nothing at all) was that he was decidedly not getting out of bath time. He was not sure if he liked the sensation of Thistle’s tongue sliding over his head, and down his little spine and sides. Someday he would be able to put up more of a viable fight against bathing but that day was not destined to be today with his limited mobility. With a sharp huff he returned to his meal albeit begrudgingly.

There was a reprieve when Thistle moved on to the groom the two other little blobs at his sides though her attention (not that Ein was overly aware of this) did not stray from the feeding child for too long. He could feel the vibrations as she spoke to him though he knew not the words she spoke, the future she envisioned of him, nor her warning against violence (not that even if he could hear and comprehend that he would understand it). In an urge of a moment that seized him he detached himself and attempted to mimic the ‘vibrations’ his mother made though all that spilled from the Nameless Child’s toothless mouth was unintelligible cries. He wasn’t there yet, but he wanted her to know that he was noticing her vibrations even though they held no meaning to him beyond something he felt.