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Hours bled into days, and all the while, Ephraim remained wholly unaware of time passing him by. From moment to moment, his experiences came and went; each new fragment was new to him and few details were committed to the most primitive form of his memory. He encountered his siblings dozens of times each day, but each time was like the first, save for the inkling of knowing that sparked from their individual scents.
Caiaphas was a different matter. Perhaps because he was borne in her carriage for the entirety of his life, from conception to full formation and birth, he knew her acutely. He could feel the tug and roll of her emotions as they changed on the daily. He could calculate, in his own formless manner, the distance from his huddled form to her gargantuan one. Her smell was ingrained deep in his marrow, and amidst all the things he didn't know, she was the one thing he did. Whenever Caiaphas was present, Ephraim was calm and silent.
But today, he wasn't focused on her. Instead, his attention fell on a blobby figure in front of him, smaller than he but obstructing his crawling path all the same. With an indignant huff and squawk, Ephraim sought to clamber over it, receiving in the process of ramming into @Raleska's side a puff of her fragrance, which niggled into the back of his mind as something that was becoming familiar.