2024-07-08 - This is nice?

They like this.

Like the feel of wind on their shell, the warmth of the sun. It's not as comforting as the eversurrounding heat of the sand was, a blanket of warmth tucked in around their shell, but it's nice.

If only it would stay like that.

They did not like the silvery cold, the outside cold, the night. There were less people with them at night, less interesting voices, and less warmth. They were still comfortable, but the warmth wasn't the same.

But the wind, the storm that turned day to dark, hissing against the sky, that felt like home. Felt like it could just sweep her away, that if her wings were spread, the wind would catch her and she would fly. Even the grains of sand couldn't change that, and there was a feeling exuberance around her that any of her siblings would recognize as unusual for the egg.