2024-06-28 - Pinin' for the Fjords 4.3.4

Puns were in the process of being composed and tested, when emotions familiar-unfamiliar began to seep into the little one's merry solitude. At first, it could not place exactly where the feelings came from, the Others, perchance? But no, no that was it, they were from Mother! Mother's golden presence, that warm, life-giving sun, seemed muted, somehow. Muted and, hmm, words for feelings were still being connected as both were discovered and explored, but frustrated seemed to match, maybe.

The source of these blended feelings was familiar and, upon further consideration, not unexpected. For it had finally determined where its familiarity with such feelings was from - itself. The early days, especially, from the first times Mother had left it and it had felt cold and adrift. The relationship between The Blue One and Mother was not the same as the one between It and Mother, but the loneliness, the feelings of drifting and waiting and hoping - those were familiar.

There was more, things complicated and abstract and, really, not terribly important sounding, despite the weight Mother's thoughts seemed to give them. Those were things to consider later when, perhaps, they became actually relevant and important. Now was not that time.

I am here, Mother. The young one reached out to a mind so familiar yet still so different. I am not leaving. I promise. Whether the words or even the feeling behind them got through to Mother, it could not be certain. But they still had to be said. The saying was just as important as the hearing.