Dragoncrest Cliffs salt pearls

Chantale had opened her eyes, and had spontaneously decided to navigate her world by touch of her mouth. Her siblings, her mom, any adult that came by, she would launch gums first at them, ready to commit them to taste before sight.

She also, however, did this with rocks, dirt, whatever she could fit between her gummy little jaws.

Today, she had woken, blinked, then opened her mouth to chomp upon whoever was nearest to her at that point in time.