2024-06-15 - [2.4] Careening

Movement comes, after a time.

Twitching. Shaking. Fluttering. It is glorious.

(Onlookers, call Streetlamp an “active” egg. If candidates want to see any of them move, to remind themselves that these eggs are, in fact, alive, it’s best if they focus their attention there.)

You test the bounds of your space regularly. The near and far shores. There are both Too-Many and Not-Enough places to explore. You want to see more, feel more, and you reach out to tell this to Mother - when

the ground falls away in a rush of wind. A weightless feeling - something that seems like its from the Before - seizes you.

You look down and watch the shore disappear, grow wider, larger, fainter. You look up and the sky grows closer - you can see the Others join you now, even the Far-Ones, and a rush of excitement fills you so completely it’s almost painful.

You are With Mother now, or as close as you can be. In truth you are nothing like her graceful form. Where she twists and dives like a ray of light, you tumble and flail like a feather caught in a storm. She is Flying, you are careening through the air. While you have no distinct awareness of your body yet, you can feel the many, multiple edges of you being tugged in every direction following Mother’s Great Tether.

When it’s over you feel a yawning emptiness. No! That was AMAZING! Wonderful-Scary-Great and you want MoreMoreMore! You want to go to the Other Shores, to the Far-Ones! You reach for Mother, your egg rolling, all but thrashing in an attempt to get her attention. Do that again! But an egg is still just an egg, and the only feat you manage is in rolling over, down the nearest dune. Gwillanth grumbles in concern, a cavernous sound, and resolves to bury your egg a bit deeper.