Solira: The Ocean: Enola Gay

Kahana is driving him nuts right about now. Previously she was dancing between his legs in a constant game (like someone stabbing a knife between their fingers who is positive they won't miss the gaps) but now she's taken to hanging from his tail, like a monkey on a vine, swinging from side to side with it as it moves. He stops suddenly and she is somewhat unprepared for the change of pace and looses her grip in his tail, falling to the floor with a thud. He smiles amusedly, turning his head to watch her shake herself off before she turns back to glare at him through her little dark bandit mask. He giggles, lowering his head to her level, gently nudging her proclaiming, "Well that serves you right didn't it!" And then (like the mature, wise seer he is) he proceeded to stick out his tongue at the young polecat. Kahana simply scowled more at him before darting forwards and flinging herself onto his withers (digging her claws into his skin as she settled), deciding to not speak to him until they were back in Solira.

He is grateful to feel the hard ground give way to the soft shifting sands he is so used to, perhaps it will always remind him of Leviah and Oreallo, but the smell of the Soliran ocean remains unique. Today however, Solira smells differently - it looks differently and not just because he has been away for a while. It is not the same happy lively place it was when he left to go to Desreal, and then he knows they have been punished in his absence; it still smells a little like charcoal and burnt flesh mixed together with that salty sea air he knows so well. He feels a sudden wave of shame, of guilt that he was not here when his country could have used his help. In his defence (not that he would even consider it an excuse) he was trying to persuade their country's queen to allow him to free her from the shards when their punishment had been bestowed upon the ocean and so he had continued with his daily to-ing and fro-ing without realising quite what had happened. Then he had been called upon by the elements to undertake his quest - he had waited so long to reach this stage and so he could not resist the call; in hindsight he knows the rainbringer would not have allowed him to have resisted it.

And so it is only now that he returns to see the remains of the scorched land, realises the extent of the damage that he had not been here to repair. Solira is regenerating, that he can see, but the guilt from knowing he could have helped (knowing there are injured and deceased that he could have helped, could have saved) momentarily threatens to overpower him before Kahana dashes from her resting place to bite him sharply on his ear pulling him out of his spiralling thought cascade. The slight pain causes him to shout upwards at her, receiving only giggling laughter in return; "call it slight retribution for earlier" Kahana smirks across at him. The polecat sits up on her hind legs atop his poll, making him look odder than usual, as if he is wearing some sort of odd weasel shaped hat, her eyes scouting across the landscape, just watching before she pipes up, "this is where you live?" and then almost immediately afterwards squeaks with excitement as she spies a small gathering ahead of them. The skewbald turns to look in the direction she was facing, smiling as he realises the group is comprised of both those very familiar to him and some relative newcomers.

It has been a while since he has spoken with the shadow but that does not come as a surprise to the skewbald. The vane is not one who is fond of speaking about trivial things like cheese and what shape the clouds resemble today. In fact it is most surprising that she tolerates the bouncy seer's presence at all but that is not something that he chooses to question rather something he happily accepts as a strange anomaly. He feels her winds nearby and perks up after his brief impromptu conversation with the oracle Elemmire. "Vane!" He cries in delight causing Kahana to squeak in surprise as he bounces on the spot. "It's good to see you again, I trust you are well?" And because this is Gecko, who chooses to ignore the normal bounds of what could be considered personal and intimate, he bounds on without really even considering that the vane may not wish to discuss her lover with him. "How is Chapal? I admit I have not been around much in the past few weeks but I have not seen him in a while - is everything ok?" It's hard to be annoyed at him when he has that cute 'I'm trying to be helpful' look on his face and he's wearing what looks like a weasel shaped hat on his head.

GUARDIAN OF THE RAINBRINGER
WATER III & LIGHTNING III