2024-07-13 - Raise them on Rhythm and Blues - 6.3

Resting was something that was rare for Myrcelleth, at least nowadays. He was always caught between wariness and worry - those two concepts were now different. Worry was soft, sweet, for someone that they cared for and wariness? Wariness was angry, looking around and expecting the walls to cave in. It was not something that he liked, but it was something that he tolerated. He had to.

So it was not exactly a surprise to have more visitors - it seems that those are becoming more and more common nowadays. What was a surprise was the mind that finally, finally understood them. She greeted them and they almost immediately rang back like a bell.

“Hello! Are you an egg? You can speak to me!”

The frustration of not being heard, not being understood, with only hope that Mother and the others could simply tell what Myrcelleth was trying to say… It was immense and finally had a venue to escape. They were so excited, so overflowing with emotion that they could barely parse her response, only knowing that it made them happy. It was a response.

She was not an egg, she was what was called a wher! How exciting! The knowing and understanding was far from scary now! Someone was here to explain! Even if she did not have the time, as she had explained, even if she had to talk to the others - that was okay, they can wait.

Myrcelleth leaned forward as much as he could to listen to this new mind, to respond, to bond - she was right, so right. Value the earth, value the simple things. And love, love love love-

Myrcelleth was practically buzzing by the time that she was done, imparting these important concepts on these fledgling minds. It filled him with far more energy than he knew what to do with. Finally, someone to ask questions to. Someone who knows what the world is like and will provide some answers.

Someone who understands.