2024-07-13 - Hello to you too. - 6.4

Myrcelleth wishes for many things, perhaps unreasonable things. He wishes for the sun to coat his shell forever, to be able to appreciate subtle things like the moon and to be with their green sibling on adventures spanning the entirety of the world. They do not feel particularly unreasonable to wish for peace and quiet when Yuakajth was here.

His mind made the tents seem simultaneously solitary and annoyingly crowded, made the heat turn blistering on the edge of Myrcelleth’s mind - made their coal-mind quake and tremble under the weight of his diamond-expectations.

Large, strong eggs! Did the ones who went quiet, who did not make it - were they not good enough? Were they less than dust in his strong, bronze mind? Were the ones who he did not mention - the blues - were they not good enough? Why did he only make mention of greens as beautiful. That was not what Myrcelleth valued about Neath or Misogauth! They were smart and kind too!

Why did he only want browns and bronzes to mould into his own ugly shape? Nobody here would be fool enough to follow in his missing footsteps. This was one of the only times he was here to watch over them - did Mother not like him much either? Good, she shouldn’t. Especially when he started talking about Mother.

How dare he! How dare he talk about how strong and powerful he was when he got to fly with Mother so violently. Slapping people out of the way, catching and owning her! It all sounded disgusting coming from his mind. They could not see any beauty in what he said, in any of what he said. They hated him being proud of them. He shouldn’t be. Myrcelleth would be the most ugly green to spite him.

Why didn’t he make mention of blues?