Noctisardor Bypass jusdreinen

ezra is labored into the world first, a cardinal virtue given flesh. this vessel he is given is tiny and weak and blind and deaf and utterly helpless. disappointing. not strong and large and imposing. no, this small vessel was a mewling newborn freshly birthed into the world. but he is bound to it, to the flesh, to the bones still soft. a swipe of something wet and warm cleans him and the cold air of a cruel world rushes to greet him.

a first breath is taken.

and as heda labors with his brother, her guttural noises are joined by his holy fury as he lets out a bellow; unheard by him. in reality, it did not hold the weight he imagined it did. it, like the vessel, was small. weak.

ezra's burst of energy is waning and his small whimpers quiet, giving into the very basic but primal urge to feed.

exhaustion creeps closer within ezra as another body is joined beside his, pushing closer to heda's flank. he suckles clumsily for a few moments, unaware of the activity 'round him as he is quickly lulled to sleep.