“Show yourself!” she yelled into the darkness. Something touched her elbow and slowly slid up the back of her arm. Trembling, she moved her upper arm, revealing a small, pink tail. Her eyes widened. She traced the tail until it became blocked by her arm. Slowly, she held Aslof at arm’s length. He began to cry softly for the first time that evening, his small hands grasping at the air. Swaying between his tiny, pudgy legs was a thin, pink tail coiling around one ankle. Agathia wanted to cry, scream, something! But she only felt relief that one of her children had survived the birth.