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Found this drabble in my files. I only needed to add a couple of lines. ;) Enjoy.

The offering’s chassis was cold. Air barely moved inside the flesh and its little lips were blue. He felt a brief spurt of anger toward the parents; how could they do this? Offerings were not meant to be so small.

He cocooned the babe in layers of air and heated it with his own breath. When it opened blue eyes, he carried it into the clouds.

The elders would know what to do, how to care for it.

The elders told him to reject the offering and leave it where he found it.

He decided to disobey and keep it.

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