"Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths;
Our bruised arms hung up for monuments;
Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings,
Our dreadful marches to delightful measures." -- Richard III (Shakespeare)
IC Date: 2024-07-12
OOC Date: 07/12/2024
Location: Week 6/4 - Vices: Pride
Related Scenes: None
Plot: None
Scene Number: 400
After Bisk and her (bonded?) handler had left, Liorenth had settled into a dark funk. he was so thrilled to encounter someone who genuinely saw him and spoke to him, and was so much easier to understand than the wordier mindvoices, and then the disappointment that she was so ... obsessed with ideas that didn't resonate with him.
The ground. Who cares about the ground? All it ever did was try to kill us ... Humility -- what is that all about? He understands but doesn't understand. Only the last and most important comment stays with him. Kind? Look after the lost egg. That felt like a duty. And oh we have lost eggs -- their names already forgotten but he knows they sang out for a while and then fell silent forever.
In contrast, when Yuakajth -- vaguely familiar but still unusual - watches the eggs, the bronze's confidence and certainty in his role feels like a comfort, like basking in the sun. He isn't troubled by doubts. He isn't challenging the eggs with strange ideas or encouraging them to interact or to grow. He just is, and Liorenth sinks into that bright certainty and dreams along with the daydreams.
He is perhaps picking up some sense of a clutchfather, which means that the bronze largely does what he is told by Gwillanth. This seems reasonable. But also, the idea of the flight - competitive, thrilling, exciting for reasons that an eggling cannot understand -- and of winning a flight. Being strong. Winging high. Outdistancing the other dragons. A glittering gold.
And then a shift to thinking about the eggs - Liorenth loves to be in other dragon's thoughts - and ... the future. And this time, he starts to grasp what the future might mean for him. He knows, now and for certainty, that they will all be dragons. After hatching. Hatching? And in the bronze's fond regard, Liorenth simply wants to be as much like him as he possibly can.
But ... he does not know if he will be. Can try? Bronzebrown good. Green beautiful. What am I? Again, drifting into a mournful fugue, he does not know.
Eggsitter Scores 2:
Keeps eggs safe: 3/5 -- would not deliberately harm eggs but maybe should pay a bit more attention
Fun: 5/5 - is the coolest dad on the planet -- maybe he will play/ train me?!!!
Teaches eggs: 2/5 - well, not really trying
Tags: 6.4 week-6