2024-07-18 - The Tower and The Chariot - The Touching - 7.1

When there was once quiet, a long, long time ago, there was now an avalanche of noise. This was okay, Myrcelleth got used to it, the landslide, the many new minds passing by, having their remarks and grievances with the recent circumstances. This, though, this was new. The minds were focused on one thing, or, at least most of them were trying to be. The eggs. Us.

There were a lot, too many to focus on with the amount of detail that was coming through from the sheer closeness of these people, from suddenly- suddenly being touched!

She was a small thing, a young thing. One who didn’t know much about the world, only that she has been brought low by it. She knew it, she acknowledged it and didn’t hide it. Myrcelleth reached out with a quiet song to comfort her. She knew nothing and that was okay, she was brought low and that was okay. She feared it getting worse and that was also okay. Myrcelleth hoped she would feel better. Myrcelleth hoped he would see her again - she was a timid thing and needed reassurance. Myrcelleth was also a timid thing, no matter how much they tried to hide it.

As soon as the gentle, frightened touch was gone, something overpowered whatever influence the previous timid thing had left. Trying to make his pitch immediately, rolling over Myrcelleth and practically tackling him. Trying to suck their attention up and leave nothing within their little egg. He was promising all sorts of things, power, control, what he wanted to do together, but Myrcelleth saw through the pretty picture he was painting. There was no joy to him, no pleasure to being to being in his company, too focused on his goals and how to get rid of everything that stood in his way.

Myrcelleth found themselves shrivelling away from the touch - how can something so good and kind be followed by something so vile. Nothing to admire, nothing to like. Why were they touching him in the first place? Why would they not leave them alone?