2024-07-11 - Where The Wool Came From

As far as Jjezreth understood, it came from Mother. Father was something else but it wasn't until Yuakajth was watching the eggs and thinking loudly that Jjezreth came to understand that it had come from Father, too. He had been less involved since Jjezreth had come into awareness than Mother or her dear Pertemarth had been but he'd been heavily involved before that.

He seemed awful proud about his participation, Jjezreth thought. Maybe a bit too much for Jjezreth's taste, actually.
If Father was meant to be on the same level as Mother then the title belonged to Pertemarth more than it did it's clutchsire.

And as annoying as the music had been when the harper sang to them the lesson song had given Jjezreth the impression that all ranks were equal, each with their own strengths and weaknesses. So why did Yuakajth not think fondly for and of them were blue? Why was pretty the thought for greens instead of dexterous or swift? Why did he think of bronzes before browns?

Why did he spare no thought for blue?

How annoying. More annoying than the music had been, even.

This actually crossed the line into frustrating, an emotion Jjezreth hadn't felt before. So Jjezreth curled into itself and bristled whenever Yuakajth's attention came too close. It didn't like this, it wanted Mother back. Or Pertemarth instead. A fact it was more than happy to project to anyone listening.