Hideaway Strath ceathairéad

Whatever it is, it most certainly isn’t going to take her alive.
 
The moment the air touches her damp skin, she releases a battle cry and flail of her legs. It takes all her energy in a matter of seconds before she’s overcome with her mother’s tongue. The new sensation makes the exhaustion feel okay and she’s discovering one new thing after another. She no longer feels the night to fight back with everything she has and her cries turn into a soft mumbles of half sound and half god.
 
It is cold in this world and she feels hunger for the first time, both quickly overshadowing the comfort she had seconds before. Another bellow of a cry releases and she’s nudged around roughly and she can’t help the gentle huff of displeasure escaping her. Rude.
 
A smell draws her attention and her wailing turns into inquisitive squeaks and grunts until she finally found the thing she’s looking for. She doesn’t know what it is, or why she’s meant to find it, but the sweet taste of milk on her tongue urges her on and she does as her body is told, sucking against the flesh in her mouth and filling her stomach until she’s going to explode. Her sides are swollen with life and the space behind her closed eyes feels heavy and begins to weight her down. Eventually, her head is too difficult to hold up and with the teat still in her mouth, Mallaidh falls asleep face first into her mother’s breast.
 
After a while, sudden movements and occasionally she feels overwhelmed by the presence of her mother above her. She waits in tune to her pain, legs scrambling to fight the disruption.