Andarin: The Mountains: --dear formaldehyde;

He watches with idle curiosity as Formaldehyde stares at Nimir-raj. The Leopard shifts under the weight of his gaze, as the images of Formaldehydes attack roll through his mind, and through the Leopards. Micah knows the cat would never do that, although the other Seer doesn’t. The cat is just as rational as he, although he does take to chasing birds and mice, a very odd hobby, as simple as a house cat. But we all know occasionally the cat hunted big game, but horses, never horses.

He chuckles lightly as Formaldehyde replies. The painted boy steps a bit closer almost nodding. “You forget, I am an Elder, nothing goes by the Academy without my knowledge, the Elements are always among us, but yes, my abilities told me so as well, but that by all means is almost obsolete.“ he continues to chuckle.

Unlike Formaldehyde, Micah is a very optimistic person, always looking at the best in others, although it des become overwhelming. The rational boy was not always so rational, he too had his moments, once in a blue moon.

He watches at Formaldehydes own familiar, a quirky facial expression is made but forgotten all at once. Nimir-raj was always accepted, and he accepted him. It almost amuses him when other seers and their familiars don’t get along as well. But perhaps it is always for the best. Opposites are known to attract, just not in his case.

“I see.“ He replies as he remembers the shores, very vividly. A sigh escapes him. “Im sure you will not be there long, I am too glad to meet you perhaps, upon your return we shall meet again. Farewell and good journey’s.“ He says lightly.

Yes, yes, they shall meet again.

se. micah
deception is charming;
liar, condescender, words born as bastards;