Andarin: The Mountains: --dear alknonost;

His earth swelled inside him. Like a pregnant mare but the feeling was more mental then physical. It swelled and yawned underneath his feet, its only tongue flicking at the roots, touching and feeling with its fingers, and batting its eyelashes. It felt the earth, it gave to the earth, and all he could do was smile that boyish smile, feeling rather tickled.

He didn’t think much of the seasons, they come and go just as everything else. The shores would be icy and the waters black with the dark clouds that loomed above, his body bracing against the chilling wind. Winter was not his favorite, but even so eventually it would end and spring would be on its way.

But he does not want to think of the shores, not now. Not as his earth so eagerly played with the foliage, the roots, the limbs around him. Not as it swayed with laughter. The mountains in general brought some sort of melancholy in his life. A never ending euphoria with his element. As it danced its erotic dance.

But even then his mind touch the oddest of subjects, thinking randomly then nothing, only letting his element wash over him as his skin rippled and dark pieces began to move across him.

He hear a clack of feet as his ears twisted forward before he stopped, his dark eyes mingling with the oddest of greens watch her now, the young white child that stood before him. As of now he had no knowledge of who she was, his mind didn’t stretch to hers, nor did it care to, not in this particular moment.

“It is.“ he replies with the deep brass voice, yet almost cheerful if anything at all as his eyes wander from her to the sky and the trees that surround them. He sighs, but only slightly his eyes fall upon her once more. “This place is full of wonders, it’s a good place to call home.“ His residence was permanent. Perhaps he had been foolish enough to let Fenris get him to come to the mountains. But then again perhaps not, she had let him see so many things he had not recognized.

And perhaps, for once in his pathetic life, he was happy, and content.

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