Andarin: The Mountains: And teach me wrong from right; MICAH

All because of you,
I haven't slept in so long;
When I do I dream,
Of drowning in the ocean,
Longing for the shore,
Where I can lay my head down;
I'll follow your voice,
All you have to do is shout it out!

Resignation clouded any wish for me to become an Oracle. The most powerful position of all the Scholars, and not my rightful place to take. It was a position I jointly admired and feared; for they have all the wisdom of the ancients in my eyes. I do not believe I shall ever be throned as a horse of such enamoured status, and would much rprefer to just walk absently around my homeland as a Seer than anything else.

I was carrying my blue roan body solemnly across the terrain I had come to know so well; traversing across its vast expanses of mountainrange day in and day out. It was something I had vowed to do every hour of my living days here in Andarin; to meet and greet each new member, to speak with my elder herdmembers, to learn more and more. Ultimately, I knew the majority of Andarin's occupants, for I had made sure I knew their names, what life they had, where they were previously. Everything about them was stoared in my and my raven's minds, so we could recall a face or hear a name and know exactly who they were.
And so, as my pillars strolled forwards, not in a hurry, but an easy ambling pace, the rumblings of the Earth made me halt immediately and perk my auditories. Curious, I awaited for the second pulse of Earth to reach me, in which I heard my name summoned. It was an interesting state of affairs for me, as I had never witnessed the use of one's Earth for messages, but the foreignity of this horse's Earth told me that he was new. And so, I was to greet him. He seemed friendly enough if he put enough effort in to call for me. And so, I altered my direction, springing absently into a gentle lope.

Once I crested a hill, I noticed a buckskin form standing alongside a rocky outcropping; I then slowed my gait and approached quietly, not wishing to disturb the calm silence that surrounded this area. It was an isolated landscape, here in Andarin, but it was sometimes just what one needed. The sense of freedom, quiet, and room to breathe. Coming by this new stallion, I smiled warmly, dipping my head in salutation. "Formaldehyde, Ambassador of Andarin. You called me?"

All because of you,
I believe in angels,
Not the kind with wings;
No, not the kind with halos,
The kind that bring you home,
When home becomes a strange place;
I'll follow your voice,
All you have to do is shout it out!

EARTH III
W O L F
AMBASSADOR