Harsh was her introduction to the world. From the thoughtless warmth of the womb to the biting cold of the open air. To one who had been experienced in this world for a longer time, they would find it to be fairly nice, but to the child who had only known a single temperature for the duration of her development, anything else was torture. The restriction of the ground, the rasp of her mothers tongue, all new and frightening. Thus, she cried out.
For the growing ache within her belly and the senseless cacophony pressing at her from all sides, for the unwanted expulsion from her familiar territory. She cried and tried to move herself, without rhythm or form of any sorts. She wanted the warmth back, the world without instincts driving her further towards the warmth of the one who had birthed her, to suckle upon the teat and sate herself. The pull of rapidly approaching close was all that could be embraced as the strain crept into her, the new fullness in her stomach only welcoming it more. She would sleep for the first time, although it would not be inaccurate to state that it was similar to how she remained before birth.
Day one. Plenty more to come.
For the growing ache within her belly and the senseless cacophony pressing at her from all sides, for the unwanted expulsion from her familiar territory. She cried and tried to move herself, without rhythm or form of any sorts. She wanted the warmth back, the world without instincts driving her further towards the warmth of the one who had birthed her, to suckle upon the teat and sate herself. The pull of rapidly approaching close was all that could be embraced as the strain crept into her, the new fullness in her stomach only welcoming it more. She would sleep for the first time, although it would not be inaccurate to state that it was similar to how she remained before birth.
Day one. Plenty more to come.
[glow=white,2,300]✝ one of these days, you'll get out of these hills[/glow]