Andarin: The Mountains: --dear courage;

He has not been away from the ocean for long. Although even as he moves about the trees and foliage he cannot help but miss some of the ocean dwellers. He had lived there for so long, since the beginning. Friendships, and such sprouted from there, and hate, a love, and so many other emotions.

But he does not regret coming to Andarin, not now, or ever he thinks.

There had been news of Courage, the ocean-bright eyed child of the sea. He remembers her, he missed her. He remembers her as a child, moving about the shores with him, laughing and playing. He remembers her successes, her children (although he has not had the liberty of meeting any of them), her lover, and all of the above.

And he cannot help but miss her, some piece of him wants to see her.

Yet, another tells him she will never view him the same, they he is not the same and he cannot and will not seek her out. But he does, nonetheless. Because the feeling is almost overwhelming. And it is time he see’s someone he knows, someone he remembers within his new element, within his new home, and stretch.

And for this is earth calls to her as he stands upon the ridge. He whispers to the trees and it carries to her. Or so he hopes. The leaves, the soils find her, her familiar essence, to give her a message.

Come forth Courage, will you see your old friend?

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