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first moments are often like first words; incomprehensible in their fleeting seconds. sobeille began her first moments encased in ruby-studded caul; when she emerged her fur was dark and streaked in fluid. 

how appropriate the start of her life would be baptized in water; the salt from her mother’s tears matched the salt that would claim her blood — no matter what providence life ordained for her, sobeille would never leave the sea. 

she did not nurse. her body squirmed against those of her siblings, her tiny fists curled and beating against any surface they could. mere seconds after delivery and sobeille was fighting for her foothold in this world, rapacious and unflinching as the powerful women whose shoulders she now stood upon.