2024-07-19 - Blossom in the White

Muxiaoth was ready for the touching. Or, well, part of them was. Part of them wanted to go back to sleep. The potential of new words, however, had them entirely at attention when the first group of candidates got near enough.

Minds came and went, Muxiaoth was generally unimpressed with the way that they felt about everything. They didn't have the words Muxiaoth was looking for, nothing they had to say really sparked their interest in any meaningful way.

When The Hierophant's hand came in contact with Muxiaoth's egg, their thoughts practically invaded. Unlike the apathy with which they had met the previous visitors, their mind was interesting and Muxiaoth didn't mind it at all. Their mind was on other things than the egg in front of them, and Muxiaoth got to consider time in a bigger sense than their life and the incident.

`We will look for your bloom when we hatch, new friend. Whether or not you are ours, we would like to see your individuality in the sea of white.'