Solira: The Ocean: soon you may be able to breathe;

He does not think of old lovers, and children. Nor does he think of his current one. Not as he stand upon his ridge gazing out into the waves. To often has he spent endless day and nights standing here, watching, thinking, feeling. To often has he let his mind consume him and pull him down into a spinning whirlpool of nothingness. Just the same empty feeling, the same loss, the same darkness.

Micah is average, although the boy cannot hate. It is more so a disability, or maybe even a gift. Rational, oh how rational he is. He has no lust in life for adventure. His place has always been here, mingling alone amongst waves and sand, and earth. The was nothing but an empty casing. And perhaps, it may have been better of Saphira won over him.

But then again, as much as he had liked Saphira in the past, he didn’t have quite the same feelings for her now.

Nonetheless, our painted boy could survive as a king, a ruler, but enough of this foolish talk. Micah was not an envious sort. He was boring.

Oh please save him!

He hears her, but it is faint upon his ears as he waves lap across the rocks like aggressive hands. Micah turns his painted face. The buckskin quickly takes a step away from his ridge overlooking his sea. Before hesitating, turning to look out into the fading light once again. He sighs heavily as he looks over across to an overhanging tree. The cat slept lazily upon a branch. He chuckles lightly, shaking his head back and forth as he moves to the tree. His hind facing it as he aims a swift kick at its base.

The cat grabs a hold of the branch, almost looking ghost-struck.

He glares down at him, before making his own way down the tree. One inch at a time.

Micah moves to the shores, away from the cliffs and the meadows and the rivers. He goes to the beach. His earth on edge as it coils itself around him with tender arms. Tension, agitation, fear, love. All these emotions ran through him, but in the end they fused, making him the empty shell he always would be.

He knew who he was going to see, he knew her, or you might say knew of her. Because who didn’t? Who couldn’t? The seer boy watches her, and Huyana as she made it to her first. The cat traveling right behind Micah.

The boy and his cat come to a stop as he identifies her.

“Elemmire.“ He whispers, but it almost rustic and heavy. “Im surprised you’ve come to settle, I’ve only heard stories of our Desreal Oracle, I guess its nice to see Legend turn to reality.“ He muses over his words. They were not cruel, they were more kind then anything. Micah is weak he has a softness.

Oh please save him!

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