What if her baby was too fragile for this world? Would her milk be enough? Would the infant behave as mortal children do?
She had over a hundred such questions - and for each one of them a happy finding to come.
Now finally in the world, her little Charlene was doing just fine. In every respect the child appeared to be human, save for her exceptional contentedness. She never cried.
Marley became very used to her small companion - which made it all the more terrible when she was taken from her.
Barely eight months old, there came a day that had been chilly and Marley had gone to secure the windows downstairs before the rains came. When she returned to the cot, she had found it empty.
"No!" Marley screamed. She was in a panic, tossing the blankets in frantic disarray, she searched the floor beneath, and then ran to the front door to find it hanging wide open.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series
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