Broken Antler Fen We'll give the world the world to you, and you'll blow us all away

Comfort.  That was what she knew.  Warmth and pressure from all sides - not overbearing, mind, but just enough for Ivy to know security and peace.  Those things, those two constants, had changed changed in an instant and despite not yet being self-aware enough to understand, she was most definitely not pleased.

There was a lot of jostling when she'd been separated from her siblings followed immediately by a chill she hadn't been prepared for.  And how could she be?  An indignant squeal left the palest and smallest of the four Rochester-Iosila children.  Despite clearly having the attention of her mother as Pearl methodically went about her cleaning, it was not enough.  Ivy's high-pitched grunts demanded that her mother take heed and after a bit more jostling she was placed next to a large, warm mass and nestled next to two smaller, warm masses.  Instantly her voice quieted as instinct kicked in and she squirmed closer to the larger warmth of her mother, her mouth reaching to latch onto a teat.

She struggled initially but eventually took hold.  Ivy quietly suckled, taking her fill as life continued on around her, until she could feed no more and promptly passed out nestled among her siblings.