Blackwater Islands what will it be now, mister mole?

accipitra could not hear the caterwauling she’d introduced to the world, but she shushed immediately as she felt pressure on her forehead. 

a child frozen mid-tantrum. her little eyes would have crossed to view the object pressing her forehead if they’d been opened. 

unaware of the mewl ushered by anathema, or the fact she’d fallen asleep, Accipitra remained frozen in a grotesque pose. 

what was the meaning of this newfound pressure? instinctively her neck turtled and she backed away, only to flip over backwards in an uncoordinated slump.