2024-07-02 - 5.3- Forecast

Diath can't say the day, the sun, is bad. After all, as an egg the warmth is welcomed, an instinct deep within itself saying this is good, even if it isn't quite as much as one would hope. The day is just, so bright. The night as well, with whatever it is the humans do to keep the space around it and the others hot. Though muted by it's shell and developing form into something far dimmer than what those outside could see, the light is far greater than anything it had encountered before now, even the bare hints from the time just before the collapse nothing in comparison.

Warmth is appreciated, but Diath finds in the end it prefers when the outside goes dark. The occurrences are only brief, before the humans come to make it bright again and just before the day begins, but these moments it finds easier on developing eyes. These dim moments, the brushes of coolness that drift through the space during the night, cutting through the more oppressive heat of night. These rest easier on Diath's young self, not squinting and curling against the light, not waiting for the heat to drop. Mother is still good, when it gets too hot it can hear her call for the coolness to be let in, but that doesn't make the long moments any more comfortable. It's all quite stressful really, so many changes for an egg to deal with, losses and new things and it getting too hot.

Mother worries about the heat getting too high, making it only want to cool more.

Really the worst of it is all in a single day though. When everything went dark again, loud hissing and what it would someday learn was the sound of lashing fabric, of a million grains of sand moving as one against tents thankfully built to withstand the assault. In the then, however, all it had known was noise, darkness, Mother's self-sheltering, the worry of the larger minds around it. Diath had hidden within itself for moments longer than was needed, the collapse still in the back of it's mind, until the lack of fear sunk in. Worry, yes, caution, but no fear this time. No need to hide. Still, it had been wary until the strange event ended.

Shayled had given many of them special attention that day, fussing over them, cleaning them, as she quietly lamented about sand in cracks.

Diath isn't against the day, it's rather fond of the cooler, dimmer parts of night, but it would prefer not to worry about something like that again.