The dingo ate my baby! -open-

[naya]

Her world was dark and small. It was a comfortable darkness, like a room with the shades drawn. It was perfect for sleeping in and sleep she did, happily. Her world was slowly growing around and she with it, but so happy in her dreaming state she took no notice of these changes. Sometimes little specks of color would invade her world and she would shift in her sleeping curl to hide her eyes from the offending light. She didn’t want to wake up, not yet, it was still too early. However, the darkness wouldn’t remain. Slowly the light became brighter and brighter; she couldn’t wiggle away from it, though she tired. She tried and tired and suddenly she fell.

The sudden crack that echoed in her overly large ears brought her to consciousness, startling the first real breath into her lungs. She lay on her back, her tail and bum in the air against the trunk of a giant tree, all four paws crossed in awkwardness over her torso. How did she know that was a tree? She blinked sparkling green eyes at the thought, she just knew. The sunlight was bright on new eyes and she rubs black socked forelimbs over her muzzle in an attempt to release the sensation as her eyes tried as quickly as they could to adjust. Where was she? On her back seemed too silly an answer, no matter how true it was, and she struggled to right-en herself. Limbs flailed indistinctly for several minutes until she was somewhat sitting normally.

She sat under the tree of her birth, though she didn’t think of it that way, for a minute or two. Little questions fluttered in her mind, but they didn’t feel all that important. One question was, however, one that buzzed in her little fluffy head like a fly trying to get to that beautiful blue light of frying-ness.

Was anyone else out there?

[meixiaotian]

She lay on her side, examining the tan feathers attached to her arms and tail. They had nice speckles of white here and there. They were the brightest things in her dark world. Everything else was brown. She was light brown, the area around her was brown, and the small crack in whatever she was incased in showed, guess what, something brown. She remembered having had fallen. She remembered wondering what had happened. She remembered watching her surroundings become brighter, so she could see herself and her fascinating surroundings. She remembered being content and wondering what had happened, and decided she had started life. She wasn't content with wondering after watching everything go dark, go light, and then dark again. Now it was light again. She was hungry, she was bored, and she was energetic. Why wasn't she out? Why wasn't she getting out?

Her first genius idea was to roll to her left. She ended up facing what was probably the ground, but she still couldn't see anything new. She decided to turn around, and face up again, so she wriggled around until she was facing up. Her violet eyes had adjusted to the brightness, but they weren't adjusted to the beautiful blue that she saw through the crack. Nor were they adjusted to the shimmering blue dragonfly that landed on her little... House. It was very nice, with delicate, transparent wings, and a colorful body. It was very nice, mostly because it wasn't brown.

When it flew away, she was disappointed, then excited. She had seen, about one square inch of the world, and it was nice. The rest couldn't be very bad. There was nothing to keep her from exploring it either. She pushed outwards with her limbs and tail. The shell offered little resistance, and soon she was out in the territory of free air. She noticed a tree above her, leafless, with only colorful flowers and branches. It had something else, other than the flowers. It was something that looked like what she was laying in. She probably had been just like it. Interesting. Her light brown body sat up and rolled out of the brown pod. It looked small, now that she was out.

[naya]

The fox like canine stretched her limbs, wiggled her toes and twitched her ears. Her body was new to her, every fiber of fur on her head felt funny and foreign even if it had been with her for however long she spent in her casing. She licked at the fur, finding that it stuck up in odd angles and patterns. No matter of obsessive licking would set it right, or whatever right might be, and obsessively lick she did, falling over herself trying to set it right. No, no, it will not do, but she couldn’t get it right. She huffed and sprang to her feet, determined to take her mind off the puffiness of her own coat.

Her little body wiggled between tree trunks, her eyes high on the sky and the giant birthing cases that have yet to open. Her understanding of these things was limited; in the sense of she had absolutely no clue what they were. She could, however, surmise that is she fell, then she must have fallen from above, and if she fell from above, then others might too. The question on her mind was how to get others down; she wanted to meet the things that still sleep in the cases.

Was she unique, or did they are resemble her? There might be a hundred red-and-blacked-socked-things-that-she was up there. What made her special? What made her she? Green eyes blinked at the thought. She was different wasn’t she? A single entity with thoughts and actions that set her apart from something that may look similar? But what made her singular? What set her apart? She had no title, no word to give her singularity. No word for the word that gave her singularity. The easiest solution to the question that bothered her was to make it up. She could give it to herself, whatever it was she was. She could finish the question on her own; it wasn’t as if there was anything around to tell her she was wrong.

So, she gave herself a word. She scrunched up her eyes and flexed her toes. Think, think, think, she thought like a sentient stuffed animal with no brains to think with. What was the first thing she had said? When she fell, and breath came into her lungs for the first time a sound came from her lips it sounded like… like… Naa….yaa….
Naya. She would be a Naya.

“Naayaa…” She said aloud, testing the word on her tounge. It sounded good. The soft breath was easy on her new ears. “Naya.” She said again, faster, a smile blossoming on her face, ears twitching at the sound.

Her ears twitched again at another sound, a cracking and a breaking. She ran towards the sound, eager to see a thing that looked like her but was not a Naya. What she found was not a thing that looked like her; in fact, it could not have been more different if it tired. It was shiny, she had never seen something that was shiny, but that was the word. Without fear she trotted up to the thing as it crawled from its shell, blinking bright green eyes. Words formed in her head, words that she’d never used before, but they were supplied to her mind on call, even when others had not been. “Harow.” She said, the word sounded funny, like she was saying it wrong, but she liked it better this way. “You are new.”

[meixiaotian]

She stared at the orange thing. Having been conscious for a couple days, her mind had matured a bit, so she knew what it was. It was a... Something. Whatever it was called, it's existence didn't strike her as unusual. It speaking did. It had never occurred to her that ideas could be heard. She hadn't thought of being able to, um, say, that sounded right, ideas before either. In the short silence that came, she realized she should probably say something too. Her mind panicked as it searched for something, but could only find one response, so she said it.

"Yuhss." Yes, she was new. It felt weird, making noises. She decided she liked it, and wanted to say more. What to say? Her brain came up with something else quickly. "Whut you?"

She examined at the creature. It had more than two colors, which she found fascinating. Even more important, it was covered in something long, like, like, like her feathering! When she stepped forward to examine closer, she realized it was different. It just came from her skin, not from a hard thing. Kind of like grass instead of a tree. That thought suddenly came, and it took a second for her to comprehend what it meant. When she realized, she felt proud. It was a new kind of thought, one that required knowledge of other things. She already knew enough to make one.