2024-06-14 - Fishing for Connection

What has always been: Mother or the lingering Quiet when She is gone, but as of recent, that has all completely changed. Words are a wild concept that has consumed all of the Egg's time, and it feels good to be so occupied. What was once an angry, thrashing tantrum against what it first perceived as a smothering of itself transformed instead into an eager audience. It desired to be so eloquent; to be massive, impressive, and yet gentle. It had yet to understand complex things like Disarming or Persuasion - and who knows when those lessons would be learned.

This one doesn't immediately notice any evolving changes as it floats among its sea of beautiful words, too preoccupied with the differences between Healthy and Sick. Drifting along, content to mull over Discord and Harmony, Surface versus Below...

Much like a child looking over the edge of a good book to peek at their surroundings, this one finally notices the appearance of separate selves, immediately recognizable as Other, rising and bobbing in unexplored waters. Not eery nor anyone to be frightened of, no. The Egg did not fear Them.
A feeling of scattered community; they must be reached out to. They must be greeted, grasped, held onto--brought closer! What words there were yet to share!

This one suddenly knew loneliness like it knew boredom. It nagged at them.

Caramel throws out a loud line of excitement, curiosity, and welcome. The waiting begins.