2024-07-07 - [ 3-3 ] petals

First of all: What is the deal with these strange voices? These heard-but-not-felt voices? Their words were not felt the way that others were. Mother's voice, mellifluous and golden, and then Pertemarth, who was softer but constant, shimmering on the periphery.
Mother's good humor was best of all.
This laughter felt good.
To laugh, to cause to laugh.
The way they regarded each other charmed Sunbeam. She held onto each word with such import, trying to divine their meaning. Being incoherent and senseless there in the egg felt like another lifetime ago already!

That words could possess such powerful importance and compel anyone to do anything… this was knowledge of great power. It showed Sunbeam that there was an elegant order to the world. It was intoxicating, this knowledge. To entice, to compel, to demand. Such nuance. Such power. Did this work everywhere? Did all of this work? How does one do that? Much of the nuance of their humor or grown-up implications are lost on Sunbeam, but it’s a good start for the ravenous learner.

stitching together fragments of words most experimentally seems like a good start.
“OF COURSE YOU JUST DESERVE DESSERTS!” she offers up confidently to no one in particular.

this will definitely require more practice.