Nazara immediately began searching for an escape. She tried climbing over the crib but her arms were too weak to lift her. She tried biting the bars but couldn’t break them her mouth less gums. She even tried flapping her wings to fly over but they weren’t developed enough to carry her. All the while her diaper grew cold and clammy.
Nazara could feel the tears building in her eyes she wanted nothing more than to get rid of the cold mess in her diaper. At one point she fell back onto her diaper smushing the cold mess in diaper all over her butt. Unable to hold it back any longer Nazara cried wailing like a true infant.
Not long after she started crying Tyrannia came into the nursery and rushed over to her. “Oh Nazie what’s the matter?” Tyrannia asked as her daughter who continued crying so overwhelm she was unable to articulate what was causing her distress. A quick sniff of something rather smelly revealed the source of Nazara’s discomfort soon enough. “Oh I see now, you’ve got a stinky diaper,” Tyrannia said as she laid Nazara on the ground summoned some wipes and a clean diaper.
Nazara was only vaguely aware of Tyrannia all she knew was that she butt was cold and icky. She could hear someone speaking but her eyes were blurry with tears and couldn’t make out the words over her wailing. By the time she had been cleaned up and put in a new diaper her wails had become whimpers as she was held in the arms of her mama.
“Mama I messy,” Nazara said sadly as her speech deteriorated.
“It’s okay, babies make messes all the time so it’s ok to have an accident mama will make sure to keep you nice and clean,” Tyrannia said as she held Nazara close.
“Pwomise?” Nazara asked as she began lightly sucking on her hand.
“Promise,” Tyrannia said as lightly booped Nazara’s nose causing her to giggle.