Slowly the evening came. The first night would soon be upon them. 

Sargom was learning from his new parents. She would hold on to her sturdy toy, flaying it slightly. "..and when the dust-drapes are clean, you fold them like this." Sargom was paying attention as the lady showed her the various folding techniques. "Ok, now please proceed by doing it with this unorganised mess." A few soft and slightly wrinkled cloths were presented to Sargom. In full silence she performed the actions her new mother had performed for her. She missed one of the 16 tips. Her mother, by Sargoms ear, took her into another room and spanked her. Sargom cried and her mother scolded her: "No! You do not get to cry!" Sargom clenched her fist and was slightly shaken. But she followed what her mother had told her. Her mother showed her again. She did it correctly this time. "Not a problem." Was the only thing her mother had to say about it. Sargom felt a sense of loneliness crawling inside her.. as parts of her body still hurt. "Now go tell your father what you've done." She went, not realising there would be more punishment waiting.

Kor was walking arround freely. He got a lot of attention from his mother. Even though he was too old to recieve chest-feeding(from so-called Chesticles), He got plenty everyday. Kor got tickled and played hide and seek with his parents. The mother was slowly becomming pregnant.(Due to her being an Ungracefull). His father taught him to knot a rope. Kor wasn't even paying attention. He went to play tag with his mother. The mother played along with her son. The father sighed. He went to prepare the dinner as Kor was being spoiled.
He was even allowed to sleep in the bed of his parents. Closing his eyes early as the parents hugged him to sleep was to be his daily share. The parents gave him the fur-cushin that served to hold the needles. It may not have been much, but it was warm and soft.