2024-07-15 - Fog-Faith |7.3|

The Wheel
Is that how it works? Sometimes things go well and sometimes they don't? There must always be something on top, and so there is something else on the bottom?

That's not right, Knuadth thinks, but he doesn't know enough about the way of things to dispute it. It does not feel satisfying, either. This one must be wrong, or he wouldn't be able to do anything about... well, anything, and that is a thought too horrible to contemplate!

The Sun
Desperation, again. A lighter desperation, less for this to be the right one than may nothing go wrong, and it resonates, chiming and stirring up Knuadth's own fervent, fearful beliefs.

Let nothing go wrong. Let everything go right. Yes, he knows this. He knows.

The Moon
Oh. Oh! Oh.

This must be what it would be like to meet himself, or some strange reflection of him, a scattered image on the water. Knuadth has a strange pang of... something, some soft feeling, at recognizing this. He does not reach out or probe, but hangs at the edge of this one's mind in mute empathy. He does not ask for, nor expect, anything more.

The Star
This mind is so, so scared. Knuadth can feel it, the way his thoughts are thrown out into the dark, grabbing at everything and piling it together.

His hope is so bright, so brittle. He suddenly wants to do something - take it into himself, be bigger and warmer than he really is to assuage that fear. But he cannot. He does not know how. Will it help if he is happy, once he hatches? Will that be enough?

The World
Another one trying to put hope and faith in front of a terrifying unknown. Knuadth still quails away from the fervency of that faith, afraid to not measure up - but he curls around this mind in a sympathetic embrace. If only it could all be simple! Yes, he wishes that too.

He does not regret when the candidate steps away, though. Maybe he will have that simple perfection - but not here.

Death
She is so weary... Knuadth does not try to come closer, a little nervous of the depth of that weariness, how it seems to have soaked into her every thought. But she reveals another facet he did not know about, the relentless pace of time and dragons and eggs and humans, going around and around. A pace that has crushed her, that leaves no room for hope.

Is there no way to rest? Must she do this every time? It seems unfair, but many things Knuadth is learning about are unfair too. He leaves her unobtrusively, not wanting to add to her burden.