2024-07-13 - Tender Touch - 6.1

It had gotten easier, quieter over time. It was simultaneously a relief and a worry, errant thoughts ricocheting around Myrcelleth’s head. Where are the others, was the ground shaking again, was it too quiet-

Thoughts broken off as Myrcelleth felt his entire world shift and tilt, a brief moment of panic before the realisation and acknowledgement of the separate minds here with them. He had been so conscious of his little-more-empty that even the smallest of minds were noted down- and this one was crawling all over them!

The outer area around them, the shell, as he had heard it called, it was a strange sensation for something to crawl all over it, to brush up against it and dig underneath it. It felt… detached? He was not his shell, he was not a part of this vast expanse, he knew this already, but to have such a stark, strange reminder…

It was pleasant, they decided, settling down within their expanse and allowing this little mind to join them. It was curious, much like him, the sands shifting around them as it settled to hide, much like him. It was small, much like him. He could allow it here for a while longer - why not, after all?

They had long since learned that company was a nice thing.