2024-07-25 - Hope and Fear - 8.7

Myrcelleth could feel the change before he even had a word for it. Could feel the shift in the tides and wind blowing over all of them, as though it were that much closer, as though he could stretch himself out further. His reckoning is soon arriving.

Shayled knew this too - she spoke kindly and kept company alongside Mother. Myrcelleth appreciated her voice more than most these days, whereas they knew they would have simply brushed her off beforehand. Even now, how much they have grown, how much they have yet to grow, to know, to understand. That fear that was their first emotion resurfaced once more.

This was much like their first moment, after all. So quiet and full of anticipation. Shayled seemed afraid to, but more than that, Shayled was hopeful, was proud of them all. She was still putting weight and responsibility onto them and their clutch mates, but they now knew that she meant the best of it. That they were the new generation. That they would bring about change.

That they could do anything they set their mind to, given all that had transpired. Their heart still ached for their lost siblings. Myrcelleth listened to Shayled and tried to be hopeful too. This was the one choice they knew that they had and he knew, he knew that misery would not help support his green siblings when they need it the most.

This was frightening. Myrcelleth was not ready. He doubted he would ever be ready if he were given the choice.