Solira: The Ocean: now or never is what they used to say

He watches them, emotions never crossing his face, he had laid himself in anger as Namir swirled around him growling happily. Soon, soon the cat would break loose if he didn’t grasp himself. He needed to be here as himself, as Micah, as an Oracle, not as Namir, the coy leopard of the earth.

He watches Saphira regain her footing and he hesitates to walk towards her, hesitates because he knows she does not want the help, she is to strong for that. Saphira has always had a good head on her shoulders, and now with the shards gone, she can retain a good reputation. But he turns to Marshall, a wicked grin creasing his lips “You know nothing of her!“ his voice rippling in his throat as his hairs stand on end. Fenris had helped him, helped him in so many ways she would never know. Perhaps it was for the best, for it always would have been. But he doesn’t, he only thinks he does. Fenris has the habits of a shadow, she is the godslayer, and she has a reputation. She watches out for her wolves, this is what she does, for Stelios, for whomever, but she does it.

His head turns to Saphira as she speaks, his ears flick back against his head. She was right though, this was no time for bickering, no time for fighting. He snorts and with a nod of his head he stops. It is not the fact that she is disappointed in him, so many are, so many do not see him for what he is worth. And thus he lives inside his disappointment in others, Namir feeds from it, laughing, engulfing it, they both can not help the despaired.

But his eye catches her, just barley a white blur in the corner of his eye. His ghost, his flighty lover. His breathe is taken from him as she embraces him. And for a moment he is dumbfounded. But as always she is there and she is gone, her flesh wounded as his earth, his Oracle powers touch her endlessly, wanting her heal her. But she flees as she always had, it is the reason he loves her, because he could never fully have her.

Oh Micah what have you done.

In the fall of the moment he catches himself yelling her name, and no, as he bounds after her, The painted stallions feet move across the sand, so familiar. It splays in every direction as he runs after her, scared of loosing her again. He had lost her, he felt like he had lost her, and his heart cried out for her. He couldn’t stand it any longer.

He had missed Alshains entrance to the party along the beach. As a childs screams fall upon deaf ears.

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Epos came tumbling through the growth of the weeds and vines that encased her forest heaven. She had passed out from the event, burns touch her skin, as she attempts to break free of the things her earth had woven in the darkness that had consumed her. The mare child listens as she hears shouting and mumbled voices. She could not understand the words, so she fights harder to reach them.

Eventually her earth devours it into the ground, leaving the barren soil, and vacant trees to the shallow woodlands, she moves, each step painful, each step she hesitates, but nonetheless she does, searching for the few familiar faces she knew. She breaks through the dead line of trees and watches her mother run across the sandy shores, her heart soars, it had been so long ago she remembered her well though. But in the moment she was about to run after her, Her father comes into the view shouting her name.

For a moment she is torn but the sight of him brings her joy as without thought she leaps across the sand screaming out at them. “MOMMY! DADDY!“ Like the child she wasn’t anymore. Her lanky legs trying to keep tempo underneath her as she runs after them.

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