Seaside Moors You believe in mountains, right? Not everyone does

Each day brought with it a little more growth, another development. The child that once was so tiny, so fragile, was less so now—still growing and learning but doing both quickly, a prodigy of life. Ears that once folded downward grew steadier, pricked, and standing tall. A mouth that once sought only a teat was filled with needles now, not that she was entirely aware of this aspect of growth; she still sought out @Erzulie’s underside anytime she was around, eager to lull herself to sleep with a stomach full of warm milk. Life was simple, a breeze to endure, albeit always changing.

Arcelia awoke early that morning, dragged from her dreams by unknown forces; a distant sound, perhaps, or maybe a twinge of growing pains. No matter the reasoning behind it, she quickly discovered that she was awake for good now and bounced up to her feet, stretching out her legs—walking was still a new concept, more or less, but she was getting good at it. As long as she moved slowly at first and found her balance, she only sometimes tumbled back down on her rump. These slow steps started her off in the direction of her mother but, once she was feeling confident, the child was veering off towards the entrance; sunlight was peeking through it and she wanted to investigate.