2024-07-19 - We see you, Lovers.

Muxiaoth was ready for the next wave of candidates when they neared their egg.

Some of this group made them smile, their joy, their wish to dance. The fatal mindset of one turned Muxiaoth off so hard they snapped their mind closed when the candidate touched them. Let them talk to someone else. Maybe Courth.

The Hermit's touch perked Muxiaoth back up, and they reached out tentatively to her, not as an anchor to her drifting, but as a fellow drifting. Muxiaoth, too, would prefer not to be perceived, but being perceived by one such as this seemed acceptable. No words were exchanged, but a feeling of companionship, of understanding. A surface buoying her along, and a depth calling her under.

After she moved on, Muxiaoth sent thoughts after her, but was snapped back by not one but two minds reaching out to them. 'You are two but one?' Muxiaoth had so many questions. The Lovers were exactly the kind of minds they were interested in. Were they the same but different? One followed the thoughts of one, the other the other... and it was the same.... and different. After the candidates left, Muxiaoth was left with so many more questions, no answers. Would they ever find someone who could truly understand them?