2024-07-25 - A Bitch and Nothing More. - 8.2

Myrcelleth had always been fond of Igith and Issrodeth, even if both confused him. In recent times, with recent expectations, he stuck even closer to them mentally for a form of protection. He felt like there would be retribution for what he has done, for how savagely they had attacked the others. No matter how justified it was in Myrcelleth’s head.

It was justified! They were annoying. They were expecting the world of them, not just Myrcelleth but their siblings too! How can one not lash out in righteous anger.

This made Igith and Amind all the more sympathetic when they came to Issrodeth for comfort - it may not have been phrased as comfort by Issrodeth, but Myrcelleth knew it to be so. Knew that both of them came away feeling better for it than before. Myrcelleth understood the upset, the not understanding, the rage now. They weren’t sure they could be a pinnacle of self control any more than Igith and Amind were.

Issrodeth would understand, though. They were sure of it.