2024-07-20 - The Empress - The Touching - 7.1

Myrcelleth is steadfast. He did not want more touching.

He stays this way through the others coming through, even though he can tell that they are staggered throughout the day. It makes no difference. He has decided that he likes none of these people. They all wanted one thing, him, and only ever for their own desires.

They never gave any thought to what Myrcelleth wanted, as though they couldn’t want at all. They wanted! They wanted many things! It was only one person among this sorry group of fools and imbeciles that stood out. Older than the others, at least from what Myrcelleth could tell. Older and more level-headed.

One whose touch he could actually tolerate, one whose touch he even warmed up to once hearing her desire for a trusted companion, someone who she can rely on as others rely on her. This was one who knew what it was like to consider others above oneself and that is what pleased Myrcelleth into not immediately shooing her away, even enticing her to stay a while longer.