Moonspear week one

The first week was an uneventful one for the black boy. He awoke, he weaned, he fell asleep. At times he would play with his siblings, but only if they would instigate it — never on his own accord. When prodded he would respond and he seemed normal in every way other than his lack on unrest for a baby. It seemed as if he did everything on his own time, did not follow the rules of fussy babies, and all he did went calmly: No fussing, no crying, slow movements when he did make them. As if he was simply taking his time to grow.