Ouroboros Spine Heart and Hearth

The womb had been peaceful; quiet and calming, aside from the kick in the side every now and then from one of her womb-mates. This peaceful existence had lasted for what seemed like eternity, especially to a being with no concept of time. 

But, when her peaceful world had began to quake, to rock and roll; it was a cause for alarm. All of a sudden, there was a squeezing sensation which went on for quite some time. Then came movement, as if she was being pulled downstream in a raging river. Before she knew it, she had hit rock bottom. She landed on cold ground, surrounded by darkness. It was at this moment, Ahna Nuiruk had been welcomed to the world. 

She could not see nor hear. But, she could smell, although she knew nothing about the scents filling the whelping den. When a rough, but warm "thing" wiped across her little face, and when air had filled her lungs, she cried a new, healthy cry. This was a good sign. But she wouldn't cry for long, not when her mother put her up to a warm breast and delicious teat.

Within a matter of minutes, she was joined by another. This would be her twin sister. 

Even though her peaceful world had been robbed from her, Little Ahna would be content, lying beside her twin sister. Life would be simple and filled with love. They would be loved more than they could ever know, by those who are walking this earth, those who have gone to a faraway place, and to a place where lights dance in the sky.