2024-07-15 - [6.3] Strange Mother

Xijemynth is immediately intrigued at the appearance of this Strange Mother. The fact that she could speak the tongue of the egg, when even Gwillanth could not! The unhatched dragonet leaned forward, eager, for the first time in a long time, to brush minds with a stranger.

And strange Bisk's mind is. It is both Like and Not-Like. Both word and plain feeling. Xijemynth tries to absorb what the Mother tells her, though admittedly she does bristle a bit, talons reaching into the sand. Perhaps it is her young age, the blush of unborn youth, but humility still feels like lowering herself, and she resolves to never give others a reason to look down on her.

The other tenets, by comparison, are if nothing else easier to profess. The earth had so recently reminded them all of her power by way of violence. Likewise, they came to learn that the light of the moon was different than the harsh, focused power of the sun, and lying -- well... Xijemynth resolved that she would only tell lies when necessary. It seemed important to her that she not make such a sweeping promise to Bisk outright. Lies, like the truth, seemed like driftwood washed up on short. You could climb on it one moment, only to have a splinter in your paw the next.

And as for Bisk's last fragment of wisdom Xijemynth's egg gave a quick, cautious little shake. Of course her heart was open! She thought of her siblings, Mother, Father, even those strange little human-minds that hovered at the edges of their perception. Kindness was always the better tactic, Xijemynth agreed. Others merely had to make sure they wouldn't take advantage of hers, then they'd have no issues.