Solanis
06-22-2018, 05:04 AM
the Rift
Solanis, the land of giants and colour, was silvered and transformed by the glow of the moon, which, at the full, hung like a great lustrous pearl on the radiant bossom of heaven. It was a time when many more humbler of the Rift’s curious creatures ventured out to forage.
Among them, this night, was a new mother Cervavo and two tiny young who had chosen the frigid breath of Early Freeze to first enter this callous world. The birth had gone smoothly, mother’s strength was quickly recovering and her precious infants had already suckled twice.
She was wary, however, having distanced herself nervously from the main family group, and sought now to return to them; to bring her helpless offspring into the care and protection of those she loved and trusted. With her long beak touched to the soft, supple skin of one babe, mother nudged tenderly until he, at last, arose from his sleep.
The second, quickly followed, stirred by the chill in absence of her sibling, and whimpering as she moved shakily to find the hot, comforting curve of her dam. There was no time left to linger though, mother stepped forward, issuing a sequence of soft, encouraging clicks, and then began the slow journey home through the ferns.
Among them, this night, was a new mother Cervavo and two tiny young who had chosen the frigid breath of Early Freeze to first enter this callous world. The birth had gone smoothly, mother’s strength was quickly recovering and her precious infants had already suckled twice.
She was wary, however, having distanced herself nervously from the main family group, and sought now to return to them; to bring her helpless offspring into the care and protection of those she loved and trusted. With her long beak touched to the soft, supple skin of one babe, mother nudged tenderly until he, at last, arose from his sleep.
The second, quickly followed, stirred by the chill in absence of her sibling, and whimpering as she moved shakily to find the hot, comforting curve of her dam. There was no time left to linger though, mother stepped forward, issuing a sequence of soft, encouraging clicks, and then began the slow journey home through the ferns.
@Roscorro
