2024-07-16 - [ 4-2 ] adores, adored, will adore

The Pertemarth-shaped void had dampened her spirits. As long as she shared a connection with her mother, Synnevath was certain of that. It was easier to compartmentalize as time progressed, but the void remained. When at last he returned to the Weyr, it was effortless to be swept up in Gwillanth’s high spirits once more.

The sun shone on many things, not just one singular beam. Synnevath had begun to discern the delicate differences in the importance of her favorites. Gwillanth and Pertemarth’s reunion was profoundly heartwarming, but her mother’s temporary shift of focus was less so. It seemed she still retained some lingering natal egocentrism. Yet, he offered a wealth of new concepts, and one couldn’t help but marvel at the vastness of the world beyond.

The soft presence with them in the cavern left her contemplative about the earlier notions she had gleaned from Mother. There seemed to be a natural order to things, but based on the way she felt now—peaceful and comforted—that order was flexible when it suited. These concepts were still difficult to grasp, let alone articulate, but she was understanding more with each passing moment, her thoughts coalescing into elegant focus more easily every day.

Anything, Blue or not, that could intenerate her glorious mother with just a few words and a touch like that! That’s the sort of something that seemed to Synnevath to be priceless, and worth having around.