Redhawk Caldera stay; silvering

All she had ever known was peace. No sense of up or down, of dark or light. Nor of warmth and cold. And for the little sun child, that was enough. Then, quite abruptly, her world changed. Compressing, tighter and tighter. Sending her on a downwards spiral, plunging into an unknown void. She was helpless to resist.

Bronte entered the world without incident. Shock in the form of cold air and hard earth registered in her senses. The wetness clinging to her new body didn't help either. She sucked in a breath, tiny lungs inflating. Squealed in the high pitched cry of a healthy infant, experiencing change for the first time.

Then, her problems seemed to ebb away when she was guided to a plush, warm source. She found her place at her mother's teat, where she latched. She could only dimly sense the chubby forms of her brothers beside her, for the very first time. A discovery to look into later. Exhaustion set in as the warm milk settling in her belly lulled her to sleep.