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it had been mysterious to him, considering that he had been a young spirit in a distant land. along with being recently born, he didn't know what the universe had in store for him. to him, the blurry walls and ceilings of the nursery had been enough; the milky scent encasing him in a sense of contentedness and security. his underdeveloped eyes could barely make out the features of his mother. all that rested near him was a plump white blur that was soft to the touch. this blob was the source of what he needed so he wriggled in closer.
he was barely starting. he wanted to impress the little clan around him with what he could do. buzzing youthful energy coursed through his veins as eager eyes peered back to the slightly-distant but proud regardless femme that had birthed and nurtured him. he wanted to make her proud, he'd make everyone proud.