Two Eyes Cenote [b] sooner or later

A soft protest as she was kicked by one of her siblings flailing limbs. Though who it was she didn't know, but she pressed that injury more to pride than body, deep down. Then she moved away or tried. Flailing her own limbs and body, absolutely certain she had moved, when in all reality she had simply done a tootsie roll movement in place. 

She suckled, feeling the burn of eyes on her little body. Her nape raising, but she didn't know what it was or the sensation. So she sank into sweet sweet milk oblivion.