2024-06-09 - There's no connection to myself

Polaris unknowingly sat quite near the edge of Gwillanth's clutch. It wasn't the furthest away perhaps, but not far off. It had no neighbours leaning against it nor was it grouped in any particular cluster of eggs. It was nestled in a comfortable divot surrounded by little sand peaks. Occassionally Gwillanth would disrupt the peaks while she moved each egg, but the peaks would reform after such actions and Polaris would be settled again.

Polaris was one of the smaller eggs of this clutch and many had already resigned it to holding a green. Due to this and it's slightly unusual shape, it wasn't one of the popular eggs. It was longer and thinner than an egg ought to be and looked almost like Gwillanth had clenched involuntarily while laying it, giving it a very pinched appearance. It wasn't well balanced and usually leaned or toppled over to lie flat against one of peaks around it. Even with Gwillanth's diligent care, this meant it was more often than not covered in a light layer of sand and grit that obscured it's pattern.

If anyone managed to glimpse the shell beneath the sand, they might be intrigued by it.

Polaris looked like a bruised sky.
It's base was of blues; prussian, steel and perhaps hints of teal. It was struck down one side with a bolt of lightning leading one to speculate if this egg contained a storm. The edges were mottled shades of browns, purples and greens, like bruises at varying stages of healing. But atop the egg, at it's very tip, there was a little spark of light. It gleamed, alone in the heavy darkness.

Was Polaris akin to a night sky filled with storm clouds? Or maybe a glimpse of a far off galaxy? Perhaps it was reflective of the battles yet to come or the deep soul wounds the inhabitant carried from the memories of its ancestors?

But none of this would be seen or pondered unless one took the time to approach the lonely egg and take a moment to uncover it.