Stone Circle My darlings

skippable!

Cygnet had weathered the trip as well as could be expected for a child stripped from her mother’s breast. Every moment that passed during the scuffle over her possession and afterwards had been precious time, but by the time she’d been brought to a nursing mother she still lived. 

She’d passed out during the final leg of the journey, but had been awakened by nuzzled and licks until she emitted a wail that had sounded something like a crew of bagpipers warming up. Once she latched on, she fed ravenously, occasionally drifting off with her mouth still open. 

When she was awake, She wasn’t awake for long. She fed, complained, and smelled. Too weak to move much, she remained where she was until she was moved and cleaned, and had begun to recognize scents. 

When a familiar one drew near enough, she lifted her head and turned it toward Mae, licking her lips to wet her nose so she could smell her better.