2024-07-23 - 8.5- To Stand For

There’s no context for Haraenowath’s feelings. The green and those she’s with are simply too far away for a mind that’s still expanding it’s range to reach non-dragons. But her emotions, those reach far, with no attempt to keep them hidden from sensitive minds.

Her words, when they come, drip searing venom that has Diath pulling her mind back as best she can. The anger and hate in them are intense, and her tone- Diath tries so much to mind her words, the tone of these rubs her entirely the wrong way. The expanse over it all, though…

Protectiveness.

Love.

Confidence.

If she reaches, just as far as she can, she can manage to catch the fear of unfamiliar minds, the clearer relief and pride of Haraenowath’s. Whoever these other people are, they suddenly don’t want to be there, and it makes Haraenowath’s happy. Love for her sparks across his mind, Diath can barely make out thoughts of luck when she tries, the rolling nostalgia of-

Oh. Did he not meet her egg? Others have spoken of white robes and sand but, his memories don’t have that, or at least not what matches the images she’s seen in other minds. Stairs, trousers, grabbing hands, running, and a sense of Right Right Right

Diath turns the concept over and over, even as the green’s words, tone, and their effect get due consideration in the undertow. The words, the tone were not kind, were not pleasant, but they brought relief, a sense of safety. Came from a place of love and protection. For someone she chose, outside the selection offered? Because he had been a good match. Had been what she wanted.

And clearly she was what he needed, to protect him from whoever those had been.

That- Yes, that’s it, the right someone is that. Someone who needs Diath back, as well as can fill those voids she sees in herself. That she can be as confident in as Haraenowath is in Hers. That will be as proud in return. Though hopefully they won’t be quite so sharp as the green, or she’ll have to be polite for both of them.

And to that end… There are more options. Maybe. She doesn’t know details, or just how the whole choosing process with go, but it is a bit of a balm to have reason to believe that she hasn’t seen all the options. Even if she’s slow to hatch, slow to choose, the selection is apparently wider than she was led to believe.

Old talk of bad bonds, from those outside her egg, from her siblings, drifts across her mind, and as she stretches against the restricting walls of her egg (soon, soon the pressure will have built enough…) she comes to an agreement with herself.

She’s going to get a look at all her options before she chooses.