Bearclaw Valley to my mother

quite vague due to birth thread gone awry. assuming she lives, lol. limited to immediate family but no obligation to join. @Astara @Aventus @Merrick

Avicus loved her mother. it was not a conscious choice; this adoration rose from the very marrow of her bones, something instinctual, primal. the physical cord between them might have been severed, but never would their bond be rent asunder—at least not if the girl had anything to say about it.

she was young and blind and questing for milk, pushing mindlessly against the small sack of flesh that was her brother(?) and the larger wall of warmth that was her mother's belly. her lips found a teat and ah. . .bliss.

perhaps the fervency with which Avicus adored Astara was rooted in this giving and taking of sustenance; perhaps it would fade with time. one might think so. all that mattered now, though, was the present moment—and in the present moment, Avicus intensely, truly loved her mother.

she drank deeply, growing, learning.