Dragoncrest Cliffs A million stars

One minute she's wiggling like a crazy bean, and the next she's slowing down as the soft vibrations from her mothers' voices lull her into a comfort both familiar and unfamiliar. Blixen squeaks a few times to add her own opinion to their own conversation, but soon even that is quieted as she finds a warm little place nestled between her mother and her siblings. Her brain is underdeveleoped yet, but it offers flashes of color and sensation that keep her company until she slowly passes into a restful slumber.