Dragoncrest Cliffs Aquamarine

it was a bit rough for her to leave the warmth of her mother's womb, she didn't want to leave. it kept her warm, nourished her, protected her-- who could possibly want more than that? dalia lacked the strength to argue and could only just go with the flow, literally. the cherub descended gently from her little cloud of protection towards the earth run by heathens and demons. white fur was tarnished with a backing of grey touched the ground softly as a soft cry of surprise escaped her small jaw. like a shuttle landing on a new moon, the small child had made her first contact with the ground and the world around her.

quickly, just based on her instinct, the looked for her mother through her sense of touch, though she would run into another pudgy thing that was alike her, her brother whom she had yet to see.  she didn't think much though, she couldn't really think much even if she wanted to. instead, she let the sense of touch speak for her, along with the small cries that left her delicate lips, she felt her mother's tongue gently lick her clean before the large mass settled down beside her and her brother. gently, after following her mother's guidance, dalia latched onto a teat and began to drink up the milk. she was content, quietly eating next to her brother. she didn't even sense that others were present, including her own father.