system.
She didn't know when Kenneth Marks would arrive, though—so she checked in periodically on her host. She didn't bother looking inside him to see how the actual person fared. Morena had spent her time with humans, and learned what she needed about them; she would gather nothing new from this one.
He was different than the first two; they had been… innocent. This man wasn't. In the brief time Morena spent rifling through Will's mind, she grew acquainted with atrocities that made some of the things she might have to do look quite pleasant. This creature, if he represented any piece of humanity, was vile.
So she didn't care what happened to him. She hadn't really cared what happened to her original hosts either, but at least there were reasons to keep them alive. The way Thera begged for her parents to live. Even the way that she attempted her revolt, she did it because of love. This man… Morena sensed no love in him, or at least not the kind Thera and Bryan possessed.
Morena searched her Knowledge again, but as always, she grew frustrated. She would never have the ability her mother did, no matter how much she practiced. She hadn't located the other with it, though she could still feel it. Morena felt too many things pulling at her, too many needs that had to be met, and not enough time to meet them all. The other wasn't here yet. It wasn’t stopping her creation efforts or harming her young. She needed to deal with the problems immediately in front of her.
Like this one.
She hovered above the clouds for the second time today. Her children were rising. Their exploration over, the wait for them to escape the Earth's core over. They needed to go forth and change this planet.
It seemed never-ending, their number. She had known, intellectually, that this many moved around Grayson, had known each one that moved out of the Earth's core—and yet, seeing them now made her pause in awe.
They came from beneath, rising from all over Grayson, floating through the clouds and turning the puffy white to a mix of ever-changing colors. The sun was falling below the horizon, the last vestige of its light illuminating the Bynums in an orange hue.
They slowly emerged from the layers of clouds hanging over the town, one after another, breaking through the cover and reaching the darkening sky with Morena. She watched them float to about fifty feet in front of her, and then stop their movement. The first ones waited as the rest continued to rise. They moved around each other, briefly changing colors as they passed through others before resuming their original hues.
Each one moved to the same point, directed by instinct, and forming a massive circle of twisting colors, a patchwork of shades. It resembled the ship Morena traveled here in, but an orb made of innumerable colors instead of white.
They waited for her. None of them spoke, none of them could, but Morena didn't need words to know what they wanted. They were waiting for permission. The time had come to begin Earth's population in earnest. No more Grayson.
"Go," she whispered. "Spread and show them where to grow."
----
T he colors dispersed .
They moved slowly, just as they had since emerging from the ground.
They weren't the last piece of Bynimian's rebirth, but close to it. All were ready to begin; they took their time looking over the area that they were born into, but there wasn't anything left to do here. They had been waiting on one another, on their mother.
Now the colors spread in every direction, and even in their slowness, moved faster than their white brethren below could ever hope to achieve.
The strands would populate the Earth.
The colors would give them direction.
As the sun went down and stars arrived on the scene, darkness enveloped them, hiding them from any eyes beneath.
Some headed to the desert. Some to jungles. Some to the ocean. Some went to the cold of the arctic, and others to cities so overpopulated that people wore masks to go outside.
She didn't know when Kenneth Marks would arrive, though—so she checked in periodically on her host. She didn't bother looking inside him to see how the actual person fared. Morena had spent her time with humans, and learned what she needed about them; she would gather nothing new from this one.
He was different than the first two; they had been… innocent. This man wasn't. In the brief time Morena spent rifling through Will's mind, she grew acquainted with atrocities that made some of the things she might have to do look quite pleasant. This creature, if he represented any piece of humanity, was vile.
So she didn't care what happened to him. She hadn't really cared what happened to her original hosts either, but at least there were reasons to keep them alive. The way Thera begged for her parents to live. Even the way that she attempted her revolt, she did it because of love. This man… Morena sensed no love in him, or at least not the kind Thera and Bryan possessed.
Morena searched her Knowledge again, but as always, she grew frustrated. She would never have the ability her mother did, no matter how much she practiced. She hadn't located the other with it, though she could still feel it. Morena felt too many things pulling at her, too many needs that had to be met, and not enough time to meet them all. The other wasn't here yet. It wasn’t stopping her creation efforts or harming her young. She needed to deal with the problems immediately in front of her.
Like this one.
She hovered above the clouds for the second time today. Her children were rising. Their exploration over, the wait for them to escape the Earth's core over. They needed to go forth and change this planet.
It seemed never-ending, their number. She had known, intellectually, that this many moved around Grayson, had known each one that moved out of the Earth's core—and yet, seeing them now made her pause in awe.
They came from beneath, rising from all over Grayson, floating through the clouds and turning the puffy white to a mix of ever-changing colors. The sun was falling below the horizon, the last vestige of its light illuminating the Bynums in an orange hue.
They slowly emerged from the layers of clouds hanging over the town, one after another, breaking through the cover and reaching the darkening sky with Morena. She watched them float to about fifty feet in front of her, and then stop their movement. The first ones waited as the rest continued to rise. They moved around each other, briefly changing colors as they passed through others before resuming their original hues.
Each one moved to the same point, directed by instinct, and forming a massive circle of twisting colors, a patchwork of shades. It resembled the ship Morena traveled here in, but an orb made of innumerable colors instead of white.
They waited for her. None of them spoke, none of them could, but Morena didn't need words to know what they wanted. They were waiting for permission. The time had come to begin Earth's population in earnest. No more Grayson.
"Go," she whispered. "Spread and show them where to grow."
----
T he colors dispersed .
They moved slowly, just as they had since emerging from the ground.
They weren't the last piece of Bynimian's rebirth, but close to it. All were ready to begin; they took their time looking over the area that they were born into, but there wasn't anything left to do here. They had been waiting on one another, on their mother.
Now the colors spread in every direction, and even in their slowness, moved faster than their white brethren below could ever hope to achieve.
The strands would populate the Earth.
The colors would give them direction.
As the sun went down and stars arrived on the scene, darkness enveloped them, hiding them from any eyes beneath.
Some headed to the desert. Some to jungles. Some to the ocean. Some went to the cold of the arctic, and others to cities so overpopulated that people wore masks to go outside.
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