Things That Happen

It was warm, safe. The sounds she had become used to were soothing, not developed enough to recall her mother?s frantic escape from the Bay, away from her father. The run had weakened the fae, though she was doing better now with Othello to help her. Othello, a fae that the young girl would become familiar with as she aged, brought into the world in the harshest of seasons. She had sensed it since the beginning of the morning, how things seemed to be changing. She could feel her body against the form of the the other one, the space around them seeming to get smaller and smaller. Tighter.

Then came the first movement. Her conscious, or what had formed of it, would alert the girl that change was coming. Powerless to stop it she could only accept what was coming, whether she wanted it to or not. Small legs began to flail within her birthing sac, or at least as it could for unborn pup. She had grown enough that she would be born, and her brother too. The world that they were going into was not always a kind one, but the faes that would become known as mother and friend would do what they could to protect the children.

The girl was then thrust into the world, first noticing the lack of warmth as she came in. She was freed and cleaned, little wails leaving her in protest at the cold all around her body. Gentle jaws would lift her small form next to warmth, the smell of something sweet reaching her nose. She moved towards that sweet, warm scent, mouth latching onto one of the teats that she could feed from. Then the girl would greedily drink the liquid of life, taking her fill, ignorant of the rest of the world around her for now.