Sun Mote Copse I can swallow a bottle of alcohol and I'll feel like Godzilla

In spite of being twins, Alyx presently felt no particular connection to Quetzal over anyone else. Maybe that would come with time or maybe it wouldn't, but a newborn couldn't feel remorse for leaving her other half behind regardless. The beings around her only existed in the moments that she directly interacted with them. Right now she felt only the satisfaction of not being hungry and the natural compulsion to develop strength in her legs by moseying around, not the need to be close to anyone. Niamh was the only one whose existence she acknowledged regularly, and only because Niamh was also her food source.

So while Quetzal was busy ramming herself against whatever obstacle presented itself, Alyx was busy continuing to row her way across the den floor with a furiously wriggling nose, utterly heedless of any being in the world but herself.

Others still welcome to join!