2024-07-18 - Volatility (The True)

The volatility in this group was interesting, thoughts larger and sharper and clear-cut. It was appealing - wasn't it?

Justice and Temperance had thoughts that weren't quite opposites, but perhaps more complimentary than either could recognize. Neither needed her, yet - and perhaps they would find Theirs after the quake receded from memory - but each needed something. Oh, if humans could Impress each other.

The Tower, Judgment - like the last group, they needed someone. Unlike the last group, Rioth knew these two should not be alone, that this quake had affected more than just their eggs, that someone, anyone in their heads would help them balance. When she had screamed with her grief, she had her siblings. She could nestle in Mother's thoughts, could talk to Yjeth, could sing with Ilrioth. She knew those doubts of Judgment, she knew the Tower just wanted to scream. These things, she understood. Perhaps...

Strength's raw openness was welcomed; she'd attempted to meet his big hand with her little paw within her confines. The pride that threaded through his thoughts was noted, and welcomed as Rioth understood. A big voice didn't seem appropriate here, so she thrummed a little, "Thank you."

Oh, but she could get things done with The Chariot. Nobody could be frightened of things or unhappy because 'that's just how it's always been.' With him, she could fix things.

Yet there was something else here. She wasn't quite sure what this was, but it left her a bit nervous - and should one's human do that?

She thought of the fight between the green and the blue and decided that, perhaps, wasn't how she would want to fix things.