Weavers of the universe

Sedna had the same wrong feeling about this one that she did the first, for a start it felt small. Smaller even than Fuji. She looked to her daughter with a flash of worry, but the girl was all exhausted business. Just like all the women in her family at a moment like this. She allowed herself one exhausted, bitter bark of laughter. It was another one they didn't want her to see, but she didn't have to tell them this time for Otis to bring it nearer. This one had obviously ceased growing some time ago. Crystals had taken over all but a thin whip-like tail, and a pale back leg. The two would be dealt with, once they had all managed some rest.

It seemed with the show well and truly over, their lampyridae audience were happy to take their leave, each seeming to drop down for a moment, hovering a bit longer over the two that didn't make it, before drifting out the door and off towards the moon.

Sedna finally allowed herself a sigh, taking a moment to nose each forehead and settle the pups close to her chest. Everything ached. She could breath again. The unsettling feeling of organs relaxing back into their regular position was unpleasant but also a relief all at once. She knew it would be some days before everything felt as it should again. Looking at all those crystals, it might even be some weeks. But the hard part was over now. Wasn't it?