Noctisardor Bypass there’s comfort in my dark seat and chaos in the aisles

Kikimora was asleep when her mother returned, though her stormy gaze cracked open as soon as her tiny body was nudged closer to a caregiver's undersides. Usually this meant feeding time and at once she began rooting for a willing teat out if habit, despite having only recently nursed enough to fill her belly.

The child blinked, eyesight still bleary in its newness, and soon she grew disinterested in nursing. Kikimora lifted her head with a soft sound, seeking attention.