2024-07-09 - bad dad

Tasted Fire didn’t like Yuakajth.

It wasn’t that it liked Gwillanth or Pertmarth more, it was just that the egg did not like when things just stood idly by. Tasted Fire, like the fire it was named for, needed constant movement, to help, to be a friend, not to stand idly by.

Perhaps it wasn’t Yuakajth’s fault. It wasn’t as if Gwillanth had given him many times to prove his competency, but the moment Yuakajth’s mind settled over the eggs, Tasted Fire recoiled. He thought watching the eggs was easy? He barely spoke to the eggs, never helped Gwillanth care for them, and because he never supplied any information to them, wasn’t even truly a presence in their life.

Tchk.

The sound of the dismissal in Tasted Fire’s mind was sweet. It could feel, faintly, Yuakajth’s happiness at catching Gwillanth, but it had turned its mind to the side. What use was a clutch sire, other than helping to create eggs, if he didn’t at least help with the duties?

Admittedly, Tasted Fire knew only of what Gwillanth told them, of what it had gleaned from the other golds who watched over the clutch, but it also was old enough to form its own opinions. It wanted to be a clutchfather like Pertmarth was, not like Yuakajth was. And that was that.