2024-07-20 - The Devil - The Touching - 7.1

So it continues, time after time, touch after touch. Mind after mind, brush past and overwhelm him before leaving again. It is not a process that leaves Myrcelleth happy or content.

The dreams of this one catch his attention, how she would want to be anywhere else, how she is so joyful despite it. When her soft fingers catch the seams of their mind, they get stuck as though in a web. Myrcelleth is unwilling to let go of this joy when it is so sorely needed for him. What did she mean that there is joy in not having a choice?

Was there a hidden expectation for this procedure, for the massive amount of people suddenly presenting themselves to be the best pick of their litter. This was the only one who knew it was not a choice. The brief thought of dragons came to their mind again, how all the dragons he has ever met have had their riders. How all of these people wanted a dragon of their own, how the majority just wanted.

Did Myrcelleth have a choice in not choosing any of them?