Solira: The Ocean: with an apple in my mouth?

It has been so long, so long it was almost a forgotten memory. A distant faded memory he didn’t want to drag up, he didn’t want to think about, it hurt him.

Oh how she hurt him.

The seer-boy should be going to the desert. He wades through the shallow of the waters for one last time. It had been so long. The last time he had been there he seen Delilah, and.

It is now he stops, and her words slip into his mind. His earth throws itself against his body in need. He stiffens in the water as the salt clutches his skin. His earth running through him in a fury as his skin takes shape and pieces begin to grow across him, bark. His body becomes encased in it, his eyes a hungry green, he snort softly and dust spreads itself into the air.

The painted boy moves to the shore his mind calling frantically to her, to Rowan, to Nimir-raj. The cat leaps across the sands its heavy paws stretching across it, feeling the grain. He growls softly, as he makes his way to Micahs side. His head butting at the brim of his shoulder, he says nothing. The black Leopard knows because he feels the pain, the scared feeling that caresses his soul so tenderly. Micah is so caught up in discomfort he doesn’t even know the part about the child, he tried to shut his mind down so hard before anything .

Could you imagine if he had?

He thinks of Rowan, he thinks of his undying love for her his devotion. His eyes move to Nimir-raj and a nod becomes apparent. He will keep him in line. Its not like Rowan knew that Aian was her mother, or Micah knew he was in love with Aians daughter, who was his former lover. Who now has a child that is his, so that child that is now his is also his current lovers sister. Confusing stuff.

The boy and his cat move to her in unison. The cat there every step of the way, and Micah weary but growing confident as his skin returns to its normal patchy gold and white coloring fringed in black. But pieces still linger, only pieces of the ruff tree bark.

“You don’t need me Aian, we established that a long time ago.“ His voice is almost breathy. But he does not stand before her, shocked and lethargic. No, he stands before her the promising man he was suppose to be when they were, yet were not together. His eyes casually linger over the white and red child. But he is being naļve. For it looks far older then when they were together. But the child is misleading, and if he had look that much harder, he might of spotted the similarities between he and it. A cool sigh escapes his throat as he nods to it. “Whats her name.“

Forget the mind powers, he didn’t feel like searching, no Micah wanted to keep this casual, not intimate.

Andarin will have to wait a few moments, hours, whatever.

se. m i c a h
deception is charming,
liar, condescender, words born as bastards.
of Solira | Earth III