Solira: The Ocean: cant say that enough;

He goes there, but not out of wishes for Fenris, not out of loyalty for the Ocean. He goes there because of his family, his old friends, whatever they may have been worth. Micah goes for the sake that he can.

Namir there along the way, choking him, clawing him, it growls angerly. But nontheless he runs to them. As he break way upon the beach he watches in horror. His once home almost destroyed. Nimir-raj leaps up behind him, skidding across the sands, and he growls as he watches the chaos. As he watches Marshall Deny Fenris, as hears his mind, frantic, lost. Micah is angry, he is angry because they let it get this bad. He had left Epos here, Sarai here in hopes they would find there own way in life, with or without him. But once again it had become apparent, that Solira would die.

“You deny Fenris Marshall, and for that you have denied me.“ his voice hollow empty as his hazel-like eyes watch him and narrow. “You have nothing, you have gained nothing and yet, when help comes your way you are to stuck in pride to accept.“ His voice grows as he watches them. Fury catching him as The Warden’s air spirals around him, catching debris as they come inside his own chaotic vortex. Namir laughs at him, taunts him inside his anger but he pushes it back, he swallows, and Namir waits.

“I will not allow this, I am sorry, I once called this home, I once called you friend, I will help who I can, and you will not own me anything if that’s what you are worried about. Yet it will cost us both everything.“ He looks to Fenris as she speaks, listening to her words and then Marshall and he cannot help but feel angry, as his wind wraps around him, playing the game. His earth shifting almost uncertainly, its loving arms vibrate through the ground. “You are acting like a child Marshall, grow up and be a king.“ He watches as Saphira is taken care of. He yearns to help her, she too had once been his friend, once been something to him, but she has to suffer just like the rest.

He moves past them, anger swelling up inside him as he moves. Watching the destruction of the fire. His earth reaches in the ground, yanking at invisible roots and seeds as grass grows in his wake, he rips them out violently, something he was never meant to do, his earth so tender, raged on with him helplessly. But Huy is taken care of, she there helpless and he grunts. He goes for his daughter, goes for Rowan, goes for all those he has cared about. Helpless in the wake of a storm he rages on.

Epos will be coming with him whether she likes it or not.

Or so he thinks.

He can do nothing for the water, but as he moves he grows, for what reason he does not know. He helps because he cares to some extend. Even though it is useless.

Solira will fall.

oc. micah; the warden
deception is charming;
liar, condescender, words born as bastards;
earth and air III; barkskin and namir