Hideaway Strath A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere

Alduin has no idea what’s happening he’s literally a child, but all he knows is shit is changing. His consciousness is brightening along with the world around him. It’s dark and warm all around him and all of a sudden he’s being pushed out into the world of the living. His little eyes are still shut, he can’t hear anything, but he’s definitely alive and well. Bursting from the sack that surrounds him he lets out a few intelligible gurgles. He’s breathing air for the first time. It’s weird. Something keeps lapping over his chubby body, licking him clean and instantly he feels a draw to it — his mother. 

His little potato self is finally becoming aware and he’s feeling the breeze on his back and the warmth of his mother before him. His wobbly body wiggles beside her, his head bobs unstably as he tries to pick it up and he’s releasing a hearty “Aahooo!” From his little self. Small whines and whimpers come from him as he feels around the warmth of his life giver. Instantly finding himself a nipple and taking himself to town. He’s hungry! So his tiny paws knead at her stomach as he aggressively, but cutely, mouths at his mother to fill his belly. He doesn’t know what happening, but he does know he’s alive, well, and comfortable in his mother’s embrace, just as he had been in the womb.