Moonspear our love belongs to the earth, our hearts to the stars

She hadn't wanted to go. When the walls around her had begun to contract and shuffle her around, she had done what she could to stay behind. Let the other lumps go - they had only ever kicked her and bumped uncomfortably up against her anyway. She would stay and claim this cozy little kingdom for her own. But nature had other ideas, and in spite of her protests, Yami Ostrega was born.

The world outside was far colder than what she'd been used to. She made her feelings on it known as loudly as she could, which wasn't all that loud considering her underdeveloped lung capacity. She'd have to work on that. Back in the womb, kicking and flailing her little limbs had done a pretty good job of communicating to her siblings that they were in her personal space - maybe if she did that out here, this cold shit would get the same message and get the fuck away from her. She tried. Her legs didn't seem nearly as strong out here. Apparently she'd have to work on that too.

But in the misery, something good finally happened. She was lifted and moved, tucked against warm bodies and a portal to nourishment stuffed into her mouth. At once, her misery was forgotten, replaced by a greedy need to claim as much of this goodness as she could. So she wriggled even closer, suckled even harder, and gurgled happily as the milk spilled over her little jaws. She could make this work.