12-12-2018, 04:44 PM
It had been warm and dark and wonderful, until her world squeezed around her and pushed her out. It had been bright and made her eyes squint, made her blink and blink and blink until she never thought she would be able to see. A shadowy shape made her bleat in worry, fear itching at her breast until the soft words of a familiar voice caused her to still. She knew that voice, knew the lull and tone and humming noise of it. Knew it from deep within the memories of her subconscious from the times amongst her mother’s womb. She sighs, releasing her fear and her worry as her mother’s tongue pressed against her, cleaning her and warming her.
Before long she was nudged, urged to get to her feet. She does so, learning the staggering steps of a newborn until her nose finds that wonderful delicious smelling teat to feed from. She drinks until her sides bulge, until she couldn’t possibly find another spot to put any of it. A sleepy smile curls her lips and she folds her legs up beneath her, listening to her mother’s voice…
Astarielle. That was her.
There’s a rustle of wings, of movement in the grasses and for a moment she doesn’t blink open her eyes. They were so heavy. All she wanted to do was let the darkness take her off away on whatever wonderful place it would take her. But she cannot, because a voice, soft like her mother’s but not her mother’s makes her blink awake.
“A...star...iellllllle.” Her voice rolling on the l sound and making her laugh a little, which surprised her. The feeling of mirth and happiness, but she liked the feel of it. “Asstaaarielllle!” Another laugh, a giggle really, before those dark beautiful doe eyes blinked up at her. A small frown suddenly creasing her face and she looks around, looking for the white feathered form of her mom. “Momma?” But maybe...maybe she was mistaken at first. No, her momma had definitely been much more whiter. Large eyes, getting wider by the minute as her heart starts to thump worriedly in her chest. “Momma?” A soft whisper sound as the new emotions choked her, her tiny body curling in on itself.
(Sorry it took soooooo long)
Before long she was nudged, urged to get to her feet. She does so, learning the staggering steps of a newborn until her nose finds that wonderful delicious smelling teat to feed from. She drinks until her sides bulge, until she couldn’t possibly find another spot to put any of it. A sleepy smile curls her lips and she folds her legs up beneath her, listening to her mother’s voice…
Astarielle. That was her.
There’s a rustle of wings, of movement in the grasses and for a moment she doesn’t blink open her eyes. They were so heavy. All she wanted to do was let the darkness take her off away on whatever wonderful place it would take her. But she cannot, because a voice, soft like her mother’s but not her mother’s makes her blink awake.
“A...star...iellllllle.” Her voice rolling on the l sound and making her laugh a little, which surprised her. The feeling of mirth and happiness, but she liked the feel of it. “Asstaaarielllle!” Another laugh, a giggle really, before those dark beautiful doe eyes blinked up at her. A small frown suddenly creasing her face and she looks around, looking for the white feathered form of her mom. “Momma?” But maybe...maybe she was mistaken at first. No, her momma had definitely been much more whiter. Large eyes, getting wider by the minute as her heart starts to thump worriedly in her chest. “Momma?” A soft whisper sound as the new emotions choked her, her tiny body curling in on itself.
(Sorry it took soooooo long)