Andarin: The Mountains: are you short and stout too?

he smiles at the thought of Fenris and her twins, but it is a vacant smile. At least, she has them here right? But then again Fenris is not like Micah when it came to his child, was she? Perhaps for now, he would no longer let the mingling thoughts of his little black and white child disable him in doing the things that need to be done, here in Andarin.

For now, Micah is willing to forget, and move on with his life.

Things were suppose to have turned out so differently then they were, but he could not help but to smile, to laugh, to go off on adventure’s with Lycoris, or meet old and new friends, to make himself at home here among the wolves and begin the duties that had been assigned to him.

For now, Micah will just be Micah, no strings attached.

“I doubt you’re a horrible mother.“ He responds to her thought rather then her actual wind-words. He doesn’t know why, because they came out before he had time to reason with them. “Perhaps, you did what is best for you, and your children.“ He quiets for a moment.

Moving on.

“That goes for both of us.“ Because for now, he was quite lost for words, not knowing what to say next.

But then again that often happened, when conversations and such come to a dead end, whilst you try and rebuild a new road to lead upon.

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