2024-06-18 - tyrant, I'll burn you down

No visits, not after you nearly stepped on the littlest one, Gwillanth hissed at a foreign mind, a past clutchsire.
As you wish, he said, hanging his head in shame.

This interaction was particularly noted by Polaris.

It had not only felt the venom in Mother's words, but witnessed the action it had caused. With a bite in her tone Mother had commanded away another and this other had heeded Her without question! How interesting.

Polaris wondered if it was Her tone, Her actual words or perhaps something different altogether that had resulted in such a quick retreat by the foreign mind. Clearly She was familiar with them, but right now that presence was unwanted. Without lifting a talon Mother had dismissed the other.

Polaris was impressed.
It seemed that Mother was not all coddling and smothering. It would pay more attention now to how She used her voice, It could learn something here.