The Sunspire am i being proud of you too loud.

Three was having none of being born.

She came into the world in hysterics, wailing with supremely strong lungs from the moment she was released from her landing pod. She was utterly inconsolable, even after Liffey had cleaned her and warmed her and set her down in the place where food flowed freely. She nursed for a precious couple of seconds before she was crying again. What have you done to me! her screwed up features seemed to scream. The womb had been cozy and wonderful, and the den floor was a far cry from that.

She continued to wail, whimper and fuss until the flame of her energy sputtered and went out completely and she fell into a fitful sleep between her sisters.