Little Goat Mountain this one doesn't bite

in another lifetime and another place, the soul that had been sealed inside of athamas' body may have been a medic, perhaps a gardener or a therapist. unforetunately god had had a little mix-up in heaven and tossed him here instead. it was unknown what was to become of him now. 

fourth-born, mira's youngest son came into the world with little protest. a meek whimper, and then he was as silent as all he'd known so far. 

yet the cold stone beneath him was an unfamiliar, unwelcome sensation. he craved the heat of the womb. even as he was placed beside other tiny bodies and given milk to drink, he still longed to return to the home he had known since his creation. he seeked out warmth and soon found himself at his mother's side. 

and had athamas known enough, he would've mourned the circumstances of his birth. 

but he knew nothing, so he drank mira's sustenance greedily as soon as he got a taste.