Sep 16 2018, 06:15 PM
The sound of the hum had changed. Like shutting off a refrigerator and only hearing the sound of sudden, shockingquiet; she almost felt bereft of something. A piece of her world was forever changed and she wasn’t quite sure yet if this was good or bad. So far, the world consisted of a tight space that had been comforting at first but was quickly growing too small for comfort. Once, somersaults had been possible and now it required the skill and concentration of a contortionist to bring her tail up to her mouth so she could gently mouth the hard stone, as she was want to do.
Uneasy, the cub rolled in her stone cradle, her weight shifting the now fragile gemstone’s weight until it rolled from it’s somewhat precarious position on a ledge a few feet up and clattered onto the hard stone ground. Frightened by the weightless feeling and then subsequently dazed by the drop on her head, the neonate mewled in panic and sent all four tiny flailing paws outward until another crack could be heard as the shell split near her face. Blinking barely developed eyes at the strange brightness of the outside world. Njeri retreated further down, attempting to hide. There wasn’t much room to do so, and her wiggling only caused the broken piece of shell to detach entirely, unceremoniously dropping the cub onto the cold stone floor of the tunnel.
Njeri squinted, unsure of what exactly had just happened to her. One moment she was happily barely-existing in her gem, and now everything she had come to count on was unequivocally different. Sound was different – something kept scratching every time she moved and each time she hissed at the world in general, a soft puff of breath came out. Though motor control was a skill still beyond her baby-leg capability, she squirmed closer to her stone for comfort as the world began, very slowly, to come into focus.
Uneasy, the cub rolled in her stone cradle, her weight shifting the now fragile gemstone’s weight until it rolled from it’s somewhat precarious position on a ledge a few feet up and clattered onto the hard stone ground. Frightened by the weightless feeling and then subsequently dazed by the drop on her head, the neonate mewled in panic and sent all four tiny flailing paws outward until another crack could be heard as the shell split near her face. Blinking barely developed eyes at the strange brightness of the outside world. Njeri retreated further down, attempting to hide. There wasn’t much room to do so, and her wiggling only caused the broken piece of shell to detach entirely, unceremoniously dropping the cub onto the cold stone floor of the tunnel.
Njeri squinted, unsure of what exactly had just happened to her. One moment she was happily barely-existing in her gem, and now everything she had come to count on was unequivocally different. Sound was different – something kept scratching every time she moved and each time she hissed at the world in general, a soft puff of breath came out. Though motor control was a skill still beyond her baby-leg capability, she squirmed closer to her stone for comfort as the world began, very slowly, to come into focus.