Northstar Vale And when I came to, I had an epiphery.

this is my last post since this is old <3

Music, though she could not hear it. It stirred something in her, as if she'd sensed the vibrations before—or something like them. It was rhythmic and calming, and she stretched out against her mother's belly, feeling again the pull into dream-world. But dream-world was strange and unnerving, and this. . .

This was peace.

She remained awake for as long as she could, but babies were not much known for their ability to withstand slumber. Besides, she needed it. Sleep was good. Sleep was healing, restorative, quiet—even if the dreams that came with it were not.

Her eyelids fluttered shut. And soon enough:

Vilkas. Fern. Freddie. . .

The orange eyes pulled her in, the smiling dark face an endless void, and she heard—sensed—one last sentiment before her next waking hour—

"You're much too tiny to be fighting bears, darling!"