2024-07-13 - Who I am and What I am - 6.7

Myrcelleth’s egg, Fields of Atom, is a bright green, almost enough that it is an eye-sore. Blue dapples their shell like ripples of water, somewhat mitigating the effect, but it is still quite stand-offish. Whether this is from fear or wanting attention, it is still unclear. It is a cone-shaped egg, quite light and small as well. Very easy to hold, very easy to cradle, very easy to smash.
The earthquake has left scratches near the bottom of the egg from where it was violently pressed against the sands, as well as the other eggs.

Myrcelleth’s best trait is their curiosity, he is always eager to learn and eager to set aside his own fear to try and do so, which is, by extension, his worst trait. His fear leads to what can be perceived as aggression, which may lead to some outbursts later in life as well. Despite this, they have done well - they have grown from being completely incapable of accepting change to being somewhat able to both manage their expectations as well as their thirst for knowledge so that it does not overwhelm him.

As a whole, Myrcelleth does not find himself much of a fan of the typical norms - he is firmly settled on the idea that he will be a green, no matter what that means, but he is gradually realising the kinds of struggles that he will face in life. He does not believe in the system of golds picking the next Weyrleader and has a strong dislike for bronzes due to his father, even if he realises that he cannot paint all of them with the same brush. As such, the pronouns are the only things he takes from his father, even if he feels the need to bedazzle it with a they/them.

Many would go in either with the assumption that Myrcelleth has enough behind them to throw their weight around given his borderline-aggressive fear, or simply decide that he is a coward. He is small in nature but not in spirit and he will gladly show love, if only one would try to look past their sullen nature.

Myrcelleth’s mindvoice is oddly musical in nature, given that in every other aspect of theirs, they seem to be more antsy and eager to snap. It is the one thing of theirs that they keep comforting, so once they do choose to speak, it is enough to soothe the trouble needed to get them to speak in the first place. It engulfs the mind like a shawl, light enough to throw off if one gets too hot, but desperately needed in the cold, or even as a comfort to play with.