Andarin: The Mountains: TO LYCORIS;

“I would of never thought of that.“

It is true though, he never would of, he does not spend his time wondering of the different smells the earth has to offer. Like particular flowers or soils scents. The different between water scents, which was to him at least a lot easier.

He watches her and laughs while she says Fenris smells like rainbows. In his mind, she would smell the least like it. She was mother winter, the smell of frozen soil and darkness. But she was caring, for her people. And she ruled them well, even if she had said she wanted to retire. Or at least thought it. But he shunned the thought from his mind, he couldn’t think of anyone better to take her place.

The Warden moves towards her while she continues to speak. His teeth gently rubbing at her withers then down her spin. “Love is fickle.“ He states, blunt and bold. His air swirls around him spiraling threatening to break up the make up of him, it was a painful process and how weird his air was linked to his anger, and his earth link to the love inside him, or passion whichever you see it at.

“I love my children, loved, but I doubt they view me as a good father, I left them there, both of them.“ He sighs deeply as he looks to Lycoris, his eyes searching her face as his nose rubs the base of her neck, moving up to the throatlatch. “Im sure you’d make a great mother.“ He chuckles lightly. For now he wasn’t trying to get in her pants, just envying her for the fact she could never do as he had done. She would never leave her child behind, Lycoris has to much love inside her, to much love to share.

By all means she is a much better person then him.

oc. micah; the warden
deception is charming;
liar, condescender, words born as bastards;
earth and air III; barkskin and namir