Dragoncrest Cliffs A million stars

it's nearly 3am and i didn't realize it was my turn so i sprang up to reply, hello.

As her parents looked over the brood, Blixen single-mindedly focused on suckling from her mother. Her instincts told her to fill her belly to burst—to drink deep of the nutrients and antibodies that would later serve to kickstart her systems. She warbled a note of contentment through a mouthful of milk and, of course, managed to dribble some of it down her chin, ultimately paying it no mind at all. Beside her Artaax squirmed in search of his own teat to hoard; she was ignorant of the others, and the only knowledge she had of her brother thusfar was the heat that radiated from his tiny body.

Eventually her greedy guzzling slowed to a more steady clip as the conversation passed from the healthy children to the one who initially struggled in the first few moments of his life. He punctuated his moment in the spotlight with a wail that, blessedly, fell on deaf ears. Finally she reached a point where her body automatically put a stopper on her gluttony and, with an audiable pop, the teat slipped from her mouth as she unceremoniously resumed squirming around blindly for attention.