peel away the layers till you're nothing and no one; birthing, any

[Kirke]

peel away the layers till you're nothing and no one

Her heart leaps as he responds, and she steps back, giving the little purple boy more room to stand. She watches, breathless, as he forces himself to his feet, falling once, twice … until eventually he manages to stay up. He wobbles over to her, leaning into her body to suck up some warmth. Then he repeats his name back at her and she feels like singing. He’s alright! He’s normal! He’s utterly perfect in every way! A massive grin breaks out across her face and she leans down to nuzzle nuzzle him. She can’t wait for her father to meet him - little Chaol is a perfect testament to the superiority of their family line.

He wobbles around, bumping against her, little nose questing through her purple coat. It takes her only a moment for her to realize what he’s looking for and she angles her body to give him easy access. As he latches on, her eyes travel back to the little feathered winged nubs sticking out of his shoulders. They’re perhaps not as impressive as Potion’s daughter’s ability - rot inducement - but she is ever so pleased to see them. She’s already looking forward to the day when she can teach him to fly.

When he’s finally full he stumbles away, then leans in against Kirke’s side, little purple lids blinking. He’s tired out, poor thing. Being born is probably tiring for anyone. “It’s alright sweetie. You can rest.” She gives him a little nudge. The grass here in the hills is nice and soft - perfect for napping in. It would be good for him to recharge before her father arrives. She can’t wait for Kirin to meet his latest grandchild.

kirke

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