Blackfeather Woods you are young and life is long

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as the adults' voices murmured, astara's eyes fluttered. in a few mere seconds she had drifted off into fitful sleep, averna's coarse attack forgotten, maegi's stuttering unwitnessed, her dam's bubbling ire unseen -- all astara was aware of in that moment as she tossed and turned, was how unsettled her belly was, and how peace sleep seemed to come to her with all the longevity of rolling mist.