Redhawk Caldera I know the world outside seems different

secondborn and silvertipped, sorcha chickadee blackthorn was destined to be a comfortable middle child. her birth was not eventful, save for a piercing squall as the air struck her tiny damp figure. that was uncalled for, chickadee declared in high-pitched eloquence until she was guided to a nipple.
mother father older sister — all gathered around the quarter of newest babies born in brecheliant.
chickadee burped. she slept.