Melodious little giggles over powered the silence within her own nursery. As the tiniest Solo lets herself crawl along the floor before her hazel eyes catch sight of her teddy-

-and attacks her little bear in an adorable manner before she is gnawing on its furry arm. She had to learn how to self entertain. Since grown-ups were usually busy. Rolling from her tummy to her back, she keeps her grasp tight on the bear continuing to gnaw at it’s ear now.

// Hey all. Major apologies for the inactivity, RL’s been quite the doozy. Gah, i feel bad for disappearing but bear with me. I missed you all.

Her expression looks saddened. The baby feels bad about this. .....Will a birthday hug from her help?

A pair of hazel eyes glanced around for a bit before setting themselves to look forwards. Then, tiniest of hands planted themselves along the floor, as a small knee moved itself forward, the other hand moving up to land again on the floor-

-the opposite leg following suite. She then did the same movements with the opposite hand and leg this time, in order to get herself moving onwards, having no particular destination whatsoever. A small hint of a smile etched on her, as she found such a wonder of finding-

-movement without having to sit in a carriage or any of the sort. She had mustered up to getting herself to crawl. Though, she hadn’t been here a while, the smells that reached her nostrils seemed rather different. Her eyes then searched, as if hoping to notice anyone familiar.

Sleep had eased the redness from the youngling's face and her eyes, but her skin looked sallow in the harsh light of the room she was in. Being inside for her was, sort of nerve wracking. But-

-she did not care for the toys she had or the stuffed animals that came a few after. She would play of course, finding little entertainment even after a while. Eventually, she would fall asleep in her play pen, or wherever-

-she could, only to wake a few hours later, squalling and racked with fear. She had the habit of gripping whatever blanket she had, fist balled into the fabric. Or a stuffed animal, gripping a furry arm of that of a toy pup or bear. As if it could protect her somehow. When-

-ever she had the chance, she would also be gripping fistfuls of mother’s clothing whenever she was held, like she was afraid the woman would disappear. The Dark seemed to call upon her, its presence seemed to be overwhelming. And it was intoxicating. But, she had to find-

-comfort somehow.

||: My bday has arrived, yet again. (5/10) Stay safe y’all. ❤️

She misses her mom. A whole lot. Too bad she can’t draw yet to leave her a fancy card. Maybe a flower from a garden will do? Or better yet, saying her first word!

“.....” Crawls forwards a bit, hazel pair of eyes looking around. She opens her mouth, going to attempt to speak. She tried, only resulting in garbled gibberish until, after a moment she managed to get out a single word. “...Da.. “ “Dada?” She asked. She had finally done it.

She had squirmed and rolled onto her stomach, starting to crawl through the kitchen. Her eyes spotting the cookie jar on the counter top, she slightly raised up a hand to it, trying to drift into the use of the force,wanting to get a cookie. Stretching a bit, she had tried—

—to get the jar open & its contents of cookies to move. Slightly, it was getting closer to the edge of the counter before eventually getting its lid free ,sending a few cookies to the ground, which she began tasting and eating, clearly enjoying them as her snack.

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