2024-07-20 - Goodnight, Moon.

She had shuddered, she had sobbed. A mental desperate embrace, tuneful tendrils of love, keening claws of desperation had one by one released from her siblings' minds. It had at first been exhaustion. It since was tentative; first the farthest, Rocranth and Pycgloith, and then moving radial inwards.

It was on release of the last one that the awareness of the outside flooded in, almost a snap. She didn't entirely want to allow it, but curiosity overwhelmed, and the WOW that slipped from her thoughts was still a mental breath; albeit one everyone likely heard.

And uncharacteristically, she was completely silent.

For there were things outside; things through which viewing through others' eyes and thoughts seemed wholly insufficient.

Stars, she'd gleaned, pilfering the nearest human's mind with glee. Stars and moons, impossibly far yet lovely and glittering, not warm like Mother or her sands or that Sun, and that was both terrifying and intriguing. She could go forever and ever and fly up and up and she still could not reach them.

For a moment she considered rousing her siblings to watch with her. And considered especially jostling Ilrioth to see if it moved him into his wordplay like it moved her.

And then thought against it, snuggling back down into her increasingly uncomfortable confines. This one was hers. Perhaps soon, she could look at the pair of cold suns, herself.