Sun Mote Copse Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme

Q's development was a little quiet, to say the least, but that was all the calm before the storm. Her parents would likely remember these idyllic moments of peace and cling to them. Nothing, as of yet, was a momentous occasion; not her eyes opening, not her comprehending hearing... Like Alyx, she thought it was all exhausting. And Q had been exhausted. AH! Q echoed, a demand for silence. A scuttled away, Prim... something happened there, she was too groggy to tell... 

All of it was hella commotion, and none of it caused by her. Q watched lazily for a moment, one eye open, prepared to go back to sleep when her mother became quite distracted. Slyly, another eye opened. Who knew how long this might last? Q rose to dart away, neverminding their interesting new visitor in favor of hopefully bolting past her at a certain point. Now you see me, now you don't. Of course, the sun offended her the same way as it had her sister... but that didn't stop her. The disorient did cause her to take a minor tumble; no one would ever call Q graceful, not as a child at least.