Andarin: The Mountains: --dear xero;

He cannot recall a mother or a father from his past. He cannot recall much from his time before Legend. Yes, there had been herds and perhaps the long lonely nights wandering vast distances between land and no-man’s-land. But then again that was the past.

Although they say the past only defines their future but who would of thought the average pained boy would become what he was here in the Elements. No one would have, what few he had known in his life, kept pack away in some box in the attic. But he does remember his arrival, landing upon the coast, scared and cautious of everything. Perhaps just a bit pathetic. Even now if he had looked back he would of laughed, trusting no one but himself.

But time shifts and he has too, and he has come a long way since then.

Lets forget the lesser moments and move on the present which seems much more interesting then dwelling anyways.

He stumbles upon him by complete accident. The boy and his cat wandering once again through the thick foliage of the mountains forests. A boyish smile set upon his face. A promise of good times and hopeful memories. His earth shifted, touching everything, moving and split the earth before him, like its own personality. But it of course felt the others presence.

Unfortunately it had been right when he noticed him.

Nimir-raj his familiar padded beside him, the black Leopard mewed at him almost hopelessly. Micah was not new to the Element, but certainly to Andarin, his new home. He had gone from Hunter to wolf in only moments. His smile never faded, the rational man instead of ignoring him waded towards him. Almost anxiously. “Hello“ The seer calls to the other, in the normal bass voice as the words vibrate in his throat. “Im Micah.“

He says nothing about the lanky creature, because such things are nothing to him. He enjoys company, no matter who or what they are. And for now they choose you.

Micah is curious, and his mind stretches touching the bends of the others mind, or newly found Xero.

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