Among The Petals

*Arda* · (This post was last modified: 08-13-2014, 10:06 AM by Arda.)

Here, in this world of soft edges, muted sounds and comforting warmth, here Ardal would be exactly as she was supposed to be. Here sheltered from the world she had developed, body and brain taking diverging paths and yet co-existing together. The real world was not a concept that existed here, its harsh realities and social conventions putting no pressure on the unborn children; not yet anyways. But the world was changing, bringing with it the ever growing threat of reality, of a world where the child might not be accepted as she was here.

Though there was no concept of her siblings the knowledge that they were there was a comfort, the gentle bumping of their forms against her all that existed to prove they were there. With a great amount of heaving; pressure and then release in an ever changing dance there was a sudden shift and though she was not next to her brother Ardal could feel something amiss, then just in the same manner the other form was gone and for a moment she was alone, abandoned.

Finally there was more heaving and the child was thrust into the world as her siblings had been. An object brushed over her and as lungs filled with cold air she cried out in protest, quickly being nudged along till she found warmth again and instinct took over, tiny mouth closing around her mother and drinking till she was full. Sleep took hold of the girl?s body and for a while longer the child was safe from the judgements of the world.

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