That first breath of air that your tiny lungs draw. Psycial feelings sweep over the hairs of the carriage that you will later learn is your body. Cold, hard, pain. Draw in another rattling breath, this one's lungs are weak and will need time to gather strength. Blinking, lids open and golden orbs take in their first look, so this is life. The first thing you see is another small body. Your other half, the one who ties you to the earth. Your lover, sister, carer and best friend. Even though you do not know just how close you and this other soul will be right now, later on in life you would rather die than be without them. Blinking you take in another shape now, your eyes settle on your mother and a smile lights up your face.

Instantly love lights up your world, this isn't the same bond that you share with your other half. No, this is who will protect you and raise you. Golden orbs turn back to your bond mate and you nicker softly. Your bodies press and share warmth, just like you shared in the womb. A cough rattles past your lips, you gasp and draw in a shaky breath. It hurts to breath for the next few breaths but all you do is nicker softy to your mother. The silence that presses into the delicate ears doesn't last long, the softest sweetest voice fills the cave. Your mother singing the old songs, your mother gifting you with your very first memory.

The name Arwen from before does not mean anything to you yet, however it is a blessed name. A gift from mother to daughter. A sound touch to you belly as your mother urges you to stand, raise and see the world one stronger legs. Her voice still echoes in your ears, and so you struggle, the voice gives you strength. The world is calling softly, the noise and slight discomfort coming from your stomach calls louder however. So the fight begins, you have to win to settle the growl in your stomach. You mother is not running away, but she is not lifting you up. This is a battle that you have to face on your own. Finally, you raise on wobbly legs, immensely proud of the effort, although in your young mind no emotions truly matter. Golden eyes revolve to look at your bond mate, a challenge to be as strong as you are. Then the first steps are taken, another cough rattles through your lunges.

You stumble over to the one that you know can feed you. You lean against her, still not stable on the skinny little legs that are meant to support you. The reaching you attach yourself to the teats and take your first drink of warm milk.