Daughter
the voice in my head was no longer my own.

One moment, she is alone in her own head. She doesn’t realize this, the sheer loneliness of it all, of not being connected—until the tide of another consciousness floods into hers, rushes into and over her at the same time, like she’s directly in the path of a roaring river, and she knows that this is better than anything she had before.

This is right. This is many. This is—home.

And she? What is she in this greytide of consciousness?

She hears someone speak to her, in her head, the core of her new family—Mother, she knows, because the others know it too, and oh, she is only divided from them by body and—

—by name.

And as a rush of approval (for—Solis, she knows, pretty name, pretty cat, good cat, brother, she loves him so much—) streaks down her spine and makes itself known to her, she knows her name, too.

She is—her daughter. She is Daughter.

Momma… she thinks, on the brink of rapture from everything she is feeling, the sensation and knowledge of all her siblings out there, little consciousnesses only barely outside her mind, as if they were standing right next to her. Their minds are hers and her mind is theirs, and they belong to Mother.

I’m… home, she thinks, to everyone, and then, loosely directed at Mother—

—I’m yours.

And all is right and good and perfect with the world.

@Solis @Game Master Dark

That gentle pulsing of love continued.

Solis had done well. Mother was proud of him. Acceptance, approval. The flicker of a dozen other minds linked to Daughter's, now.

There was a sense of normalcy to it, too: as if to say "this is a natural state of being. You have hatched, and now you are Hive. This is as it should be. This is as it always is."

I am yours, Daughter was thinking, and Mother sent back warm approval once again. "And we are yours," came the crooning thought, gentle and loving. "All we ask is that you grow strong. Solis can teach you what he has learned. Grow, explore, learn... and when you are grown, you can help your family as he helps you."

@Solis @Daughter

'Indeed,' came both his agreeance to the sense of belonging that had washed over them all. 'We will teach. You will grow.' It wasn't an order, nor remark- simply a statement as the way things were.

She would know her way to her home, if she searched through the memories and followed their links, but Solis's thoughts pushed out the memory of returning in an eagerness to show their new sister to the others anyways. They could certainly see her now, but there was something about the physicality of being able to share their touches and love.

'Sister, there is much to learn.' Too much to be funneled in one thought, as much as his brain tried while he stepped towards their home. Memories of luring lessers to feed came forward, skipping over the flash of Howl's takeover of his body. The latter- if it went through- was only to be seen with a sense of love and adoration of Mother before him, without any tinge of malice to his brother. Points were softened to pillows.

In reality, Solis's blue eyes turned to Daughter as he stopped in his pacing forward, tail held high and purrs wracking his body. She would grow to be a beautiful sister for the Hive. She would grow to be a true Daughter.

@Daughter

Daughter
the voice in my head was no longer my own.

Daughter meets this sense of belonging with a sense of contentment, of fulfillment, of a calm excitement—yes, indeed, there was much to learn, much to know, much to do. There was so much ahead of her she could barely comprehend its scale.

Yes—as the cluster of memories from her brother wash over her, a spate of new concepts and information, all filled with that adoration for their Mother, that sense of rightness, she is filled with the need to know more.

She will learn; she will learn and practice and grow, as Mother asks of her. She wants nothing more than this; Daughter in a state of almost bliss as she meets her brother’s eyes with her own, equally blue ones and makes a soft trilling noise in the back of her throat, trying to mimic Solis’s own purr.

Yes—she sees it now, the purpose that her life will be devoted to humming through her head. She can feel the presence each and every one of her siblings in her mind as if they were only a few steps away, and she can register the quiet buzz of their thoughts as if they were her own.

Oh, and there—a flicker of Solis’s own induction makes itself known in her head for just a moment, and Daughter fixates on the idea. The thought of inducting more, more siblings, growing their family more than it already has, finding new gembound to love and grant this bliss to?

She wants that more than anything.

I love you, she thinks, to all of them, to Mother, this single thought pure and clear and utterly genuine. They are her family—how could she not? She adores them and this bond they share.

Then, more focused on Solis, accompanied by the anticipation of love and closeness—I will learn everything you will teach me and more. A promise, equally as sincere in its tone. Will you take me to see our siblings?

Home… the thought of it, as is every thought in her head now, all devoted to Mother and only Mother, is bliss.

@Solis

We love you too. While he could not speak for everyone else in his normal state, here, under Mother, the thrumming love was pure and true, and he butted his head on Daughter's side when he walked back to her. While there were buzzes of others, her own connection with him was amplified by his warm focus on it in his mind.

She was exploring her family. Wisps of her mind traced through his and others, and he enveloped the thoughts with welcoming arms. They would all teach her, and she would teach them.

His head drew forward. Of course, he purred through the connection, continuing on the path he'd taken to get there, ears flicked forward. He didn't need to turn to see her follow. Her presence was nearly tangible under a sort of mental sixth sense, and his only physical indication was a few ear-flicks back her way in clear interest. He was slow enough to trail his tail on her shoulder, at least, directing her to her new home.

He could only hope that she would like it.

;exit Solis

Daughter
the voice in my head was no longer my own.

The intangible warmth of so many other minds gives Daughter a feeling of quiet bliss as she falls into lockstep with her brother. Focused on the connections in her head as she is, she barely notices Solis trailing his tail on her shoulder as she follows him home—but she doesn’t need to, does she? No—she can feel his thoughts of home, just like she feels all the others’ thoughts of everything else.

Home… oh, the thought of it is wonderful. She can’t wait to be there.

- exit Daughter