Wheeling Gull Isle you're a child, not a man

The littlest of the Empress' children did not release that first breath in an ear-shattering cry like her siblings before her may have. Instead, tiny Luli maintained an uncomfortable silence as she lay pitifully on the ground at her mother's flank - made stressed by her mother's labour and too small, entirely unprepared to face the world so soon.

She did not mewl nor writhe, failed to find any strength to twitch her undersized paws. Luli instead focused on a glow in the distance, some small speck of cool-toned white somewhere far off, one that beckoned to her.

You are too tired, its soft call echoed from the darkness, it doesn't have to be this way.

She finally wriggled a little, having been encouraged by a parent's touch, movement of other small bodies around her and the enticing aroma of mother's milk. Luli nosed weakly among littermates closest to her in search of nourishment that seemed to last forever, and she simply wasn't strong enough to carry on looking.

So that little circle of light began to grow larger, and something unknown invited her closer.