2024-07-25 - This. This is What I Want - 8.3

It is inevitable that in Myrcelleth’s sulk, in his need for guidance, they would wander too close to politics, to people unrelated to the Weyr. Simultaneously a breath of fresh air and something to be anxious for, watching these people without dragons. Humans without dragons, but no dragons without humans. Ever. This really wasn’t going to be a choice at all, was it.

Regardless, Myrcelleth would either have no one or the right one, no in-between. There was no point in sulking when far more interesting, far more infuriating conversations were happening here. It made little sense to Myrcelleth and so they were glad when Shayled put her foot down. Water for payment - who could be more stupid and greedy. Some stupid coins were not worth lives.

Shayled was not one Myrcelleth was close to, but this, this was right. This was what they wanted in their bond-mate, if they were to have one. They could be the first not to have one at all!