Neverwinter Forest and mouth like a pomegranate

open to anyone who'd be allowed in the den. if no one takes this in a week, i'll make it a read only & archive it. ♥

in the world outside of the womb, it is day two. a big success in that asmoses both survived birth and the first twenty four hours of his birth. to him, however, time is incomprehensible and not much is different aside from the fact that he is more aware. aware of his own body and the bodies he is plastered against. the other small pudgy one and the larger one of his amma. he knows hunger and he knows the nectar of sweet mothersmilk. day two, but it is much the same as the first few hours of life, if now he knows what to expect and is led by primal instincts of survival.

for now, asmoses basks in the warmth of his amma; teetering on the edge of awake and slumber as he yawns and lets out a small chirp of content. he is deaf to it, of course, but he feels the push of breath and the brief movement of his vocal chords required to make the simple baby noise.