Moonspear I can laugh at your jokes, convince you to take me home

The mother sea, Nasamik, had been tranquil for many days. When the dam broke, the children flowed from her. The one to be called Raiyuk was the last, and the first, and the only; he would not know of his siblings.

There was cold first. Earth, blood, mud, then warmth and connection. He burrowed against his father's strong arms first; to his mother's breast. He sucked a breath, cooing, crowing softly, and kicked out his feet.