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at this stage in miette's life, she was deceptively uncomplicated. she wanted for food when it was offered, but otherwise slept. not even the wrestling of her siblings could rouse her from sleep when it came upon her, for miette slept like the dead.

she was biding her time, her energy, her resources. while the siblings fretted miette collected her power, fat on milk and contentment that would gradually begin to elude her.

for now she had no inkling of the grief that darkened her mother's heart. as each of her siblings moved away, miette gave an impossibly small yawn and promptly fell asleep.