Lost Creek Hollow A whole new world... but not quite a fantastic point of view

Esma's ears had risen from being plastered to her head, so she registered the sound of her mothers voice but struggled to make out any words. She wasn't really strong enough to use her legs to walk yet, but she could scoot her way around a bit so she turned to face her mother and scooted/crawled back a bit, trying to register what she was seeing. "Mmmmma" She said, attempting to say mama, though it sounded kinda like her own name.