potatoes are silent, aren't they?

^^The little potato was growing. He was busy, as were his siblings, incessantly bothering @Hydra with their needs. Squabbles among the large litter tended to be ended with a swift movement either by the dark matron or by @Dirge. It was a cushy life, he had to admit, if he had any thoughts worth seeing through. His needs were met by his parents, he was kept warm by burrowing into the pile of his siblings - he found he especially liked to snuggle in between @Cygnus and @Ara and was kept wonderfully warm when @Raiden would wiggle over them all. Sometimes he found himself over @Nysa and @Scorpius although it all was the same. Life was full of sleep, of drinking his fill sometimes, of his mother's tongue across him, his siblings around him. Sometimes he wiggled the wrong way and had to be rescued - lifted through the air and returned to his mother's side by his father.

The potato business wasn't nearly as bad as when he'd been born. Maybe potatoes had it figured out.^^

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