Moonspear small boats of fire are falling from the sky

His cries seemed to fall on deaf ears, though the tousle and turn of Mira’s form silenced them for only a moment. She was useless as were the others, clearly, not all inclined to raise the alarm that they were utterly alone. Neglected. Abandoned. His gaze lingered on her for several beats when the shadows spread across their floor and with a wobble as he turned so very quick and violent and hopeful, he spied their mother.

Altair did not hesitate to beckon her.

Her touch bolstered him and his protesting turned affectionate as he abandoned Mintaka for her with steady stomping. First over Caelum excitably then onto Mira with little regard that she was in the way too. A foot to her face; he cowed happily, energetically. MOTHER was here, his entire body announced and if MOTHER was here—that meant there would be sustenance.

But he was torn between prime opportunity to feed and seek comfort in his toddling, but hesitation was a fleeting thing. He could do both, and sought to tumble against the downy hairs of her belly with continued glee.