Arrow Lake What are people but deaths that haven't happened yet?

He struggled to right himself momentarily, disoriented and unable to collect his limbs beneath him. Lucky for Dragomir that Mahler was present; the man's shifting sent subtle vibrations through the earth that served to calm the boy. Once calmed, he was able to remember the necessary motions to get himself back to his belly. It was a slow and arduous task, seeming to take hours to his perception. In reality it was only a sad few moments where he flailed slowly, then sloooowly tipped himself over from his side.

Once he was properly situated, now placed between the midwife's forelimbs, Dragomir was able to spare some attention for his surroundings. Aure's scent was all around, confounding him; the departure of his mother was not noted. Mahler's scent differed from hers and Isi's and Verx's enough that he was curious about it; stretching his wobbly head forward on a still-weak neck, the neonate sniffed tentatively, mewling as he drew himself forward once more into the broad expanse of Mahler's breast.