Wheeling Gull Isle [M] hey, Blue: here is a song for you

she lay sleeping; nestled at her mother's side, wedged between her siblings. she had grown like a weed, but to her it felt gradual. as if this was how it had always been. her eyes had opened for the first time nearly a week ago, a milestone for her caretakers though it passed without event for her. each day, a little bit more light was let in, more of the world came into focus... but it was no revelation for the pup. her past died the moment it left her.

her dreams were much the same.

sounds were still muted -- more like vibrations she felt in her bones than a rattling in her head -- but mother's scream was a new, upsetting sensation. vesper felt the pain, not in her bones but in her brain and in her nerves. she squalled in response, disrupted from her dreams. her comforts were all already around her and usually their presence was enough to calm her. something was wrong and she could not fix it herself.

vesper shrieked, pawing in a panic at her mother's belly and against her siblings, needing consoling but unlikely to receive any.