Sun Mote Copse I crave star damage

The kid, who was going to bear his grandfather's and father's name, but for now was a nameless sandy-brown-potato look-alike (the only thing that he had in common with his sister really, the "potato sisterhood"), accepted his inevitable fate without complaining, when the rest of him was shoved outside. It was cold, it was wet and rather than letting the exhausted kid alone, there was more prodding and pushing, and eventually being grabbed an moved somewhere. He moved his feet feebly. Once, twice and then fell asleep, deciding to deal with all of his troubles tomorrow. Or whenever.

Last one from me.