Neverwinter Forest divinity will stain your fingers

asmoses quickly assimilates to all the newness until what had first been foreign: the sweep of his mother's tongue over his back and head, the feel of his sister beside him in, the plush warmth of miriam's belly, the sensation of suckling and of fullness — was what had always been. if there had been anything before, it was already gone.

asmoses fell asleep mid-suckle; snoozing lightly, lulled into slumber quickly by a full belly and the heat. a few droplets of mothersmilk dribble onto the top of his head and he starts awake with a soft chirrup.