Two Eyes Cenote [b] sooner or later

a gasp, a stretch of newly freed limbs, and then a cry. tiye, the littlest flower, has been born. took mama long enough, is what she probably would say if given the chance.

whipping her head in disgust of the primordial goo that clung to a coat she cannot see, tiye fights to latch on to a teat. all the while wailing at her siblings to get out of my way! she could only feel as they bump against her but she could only wail and feign a growl as she pushed past them to reach her mother's belly.