Andarin: The Mountains: i want to dance; lycoris

He watches Lycoris with a smile set upon his face, it is laughing though, even if he is not. Because for now he feels at home, feels so welcome and comfortable. He remembers life in the ocean, how long it took. But here, it was only a matter of weeks, to say. Micah was a wolf, he could feel it brooding inside the marrow of his bones, feel the absence there always was, and always will be.

He lets her tug at his ears as he aims a gentle nip upon her haunches, smiling yet still. For around her it never faded. She was the friend, the best of friends that he has never had. Delilah had been his first friend, but even she disappeared into the world of love and rapture, he can not blame her though, he has ventured down that road far to many times.

And for once he is satisfied for the way his life has ended. (or begun?).

He bows his neck, brining his muzzle to rest upon his chest. Curling his left foreleg he then leans back into some sort of horse-like bow. When he rises he aims a gentle nose upon the center of her forehead, upon the swirl. “Your welcome fair lady.“ And he bursts in fits of giggles.

But her next wrods made him stop in his tracks, his lips got all pout-y as her called to her. “It did not.“ He aims another kick to the tree, as the apple falls before him, he himself picks it up for a nibble. “tasty“ He says, almost laughing. He looks at her with curious eyes when the last two sentences come from her mouth. Looks at her as if she has done something weird or odd. Hoping she would notice this quite weird look set upon his face before he chuckles, almost breathily. “Just kidding, so what next?“ He says as his eyes look out upon Andarin, surely there is much he has yet to see.

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