2024-06-29 - Gold doesn't always glitter

The Mother was distant today.
She felt cool in a way Miles had never experienced so of course he was right there trying to learn everything he could about her current state.

Her thoughts upset him too. He loves the gentle presence that joins Mother, and loves how much happier she seems when he was there. It saddened him that the gentle one wasn't going to be there anymore.

He stayed focused on his mother even as her thoughts strayed to the well worn grievances. To him though they were brand new and first baffling then infuriating by turns.

He knew color words. Blue like sky, green like trees, brown of soil, gold of wings, bronze... He didn't like bronze. Bronze is feckless and easily scared off by Mother.

It takes a moment for him to realize that the colors related to hides like his mother's. But when he does he is even more confused Bronze is bad, nothing like the blue one. And blue is so beautiful, the color of sky, of rivers and lakes, all the wonderful things Mother shows them in the flying dreams.

The Outside was full of idiots!

Only a fool would prefer a bronze to blue or green or brown! Well when he was Outside he wouldn't be nearly so foolish as all the rest. And he would bite any Bronze who so much as glared at his Mother's blue!