2024-07-18 - A New Perspective

Neath is in no mood to be woken when it feels something pass over the top of the tent faster than anything it's ever really noticed before. It stirs and shifts, unwilling to come out of its sleep and face more expectations, but for once, no minds are on it and its siblings. Its curiosity drags it the rest of the way awake as it tries to figure out what the fuss is about. What is everyone so happy about? It wants to be happy too - it's been struggling with that recently.

Its mind falls first on the Rising green - and goodness, isn't she happy? It takes a moment to realise that this is a Flight flight, not just a game she's playing, and it's taken aback by that realisation. Igith, Issrodeth, and Mother had all given a poor impression of Flights that Yuakajth had not helped, but this is... Nice. She wants privacy, but she doesn't seem too fussed about it. Neath wishes it could be that unbothered - it wants privacy more than almost anything else these days, and it's grateful to her for providing it that small luxury for a time.

The lazy bronze and the cheerful blue scarcely catch its attention besides its sudden realisation that it has not been aware of a blue that is also a 'she' up until this moment. It thinks briefly of brown Ertineth - was that what he wanted? The thought is whisked away by the next few dragons to pass by - it touches on each of their minds and enjoys the excitement and exhiliration of the Chase. It wants to be among them in a way it doesn't yet understand, wants to personally feel the thrill and push and pull of Chasing, wants... Something. The lack of knowing, for the first time in a little while, doesn't bother it in the face of its enjoyment of how happy everyone seems to be.

The green following up the rest of the Chasers wants and Neath can only wish her luck. It hopes she wins the Chase and gets what she wants, and it hopes that the blue who breaks away from her and calls out his own desire to be Chased gets what he wants, and he hopes the Riser gets what she wants on her next Flight, and it hopes, it hopes, it hopes that someday it will feel as free and careless as they all seem to today.