The Sunspire Lundi Matin

The days were slowly becoming clearer for the tiny lump of fur. Made up of feeding, sleeping, and the constant onslaught of loud noises from the immediate residents of the child's home. The tiny child was not a socialite, that much was obvious when her matron was out of touching distance and the child squealed until she returned, despite the attempts of the other to calm her.

Scents had become distinct, her mother, her brother, and a familiar, yet strange one that often accompanied an unending warble of unknown words and sounds. Harsh compared to the lilting tones of her matron. Since her eyes had opened she was always watching her mother, making sure she was well within sight at almost all times. Of course at this moment the child had been sleeping, so when the call from her mother echoed nearby she awoke to see her a short distance away and quickly made as much noise and effort as she could to close that gap.

This one was a mothers child, indeed.