Hideaway Strath When the party begins!

Turmeric made little sound as he slipped from warmth to the coldness of the world, only inhaled with the gasp of a breath - the first of a small few or a great many his little lungs would carry.

A presence pressed around him. Invigorating, yet drawing out no sound but a slow and easy breath. He did not hear the cries of his brother, or the joyful tears of his mother. Only silence, as had always been, and safe impermeable darkness.

He kicked once as the ground slipped from beneath his feet, and kicked again when he felt the ground return. Surrounded, now, by warmth, and the sweetness of something he had never tasted before. The small boy wiggled between his siblings, found a teat, and slowly began to suckle.