Andarin: The Mountains: TO THE JEDI COUNCIL;

Oh how quick things were changing, oh much of a convenience they have become.

The Warden watches them with sharp eyes, as they trace their features. Not for remembrance, but his mind his open and he notes everything. Every little twitch of their lip with a sharp thought, he just does because he watches, he always watches. “Solira is dead.“ He says almost out of turn, it is true, he had come from the ocean and it is just the same as it was when he left, except now, his daughter and his lover were trapted there by the fire. His wind swirls around him angrily.

As Nadir threatens to claw his way up his throat.

He sighs though for now. Before continuing. “Saphira and Marshall have done nothing. Saphira is no long a shard carrier, I have been told the Rogue Kurai has it. But, as far as I know, Fenris is on semi-good terms with him. Honestly, I feel like the ocean may swallow itself in pity. There isn’t anyone there that is trying hard enough, and no one really cares about each other, just themselves.“

Oh the memories, as they flood inside his mind.

“Nicodemus, I think Fenris wanted us first to gather information, break it down, and find a means to break them down from the root source. After all isn’t that what information is for?“ Micah isn’t cocky, oh he never is. For now, his mind lay caressed by the unknown darkness that possessed his mind. Micah has let the haterd consume him. His air and earth both separate figures, touching separate pieces of him. His air is the hate, the darkness, whilst his earth is his love, his passion. Two things should never have existed in one body. Nadir was thus made, fusing him.

“I believe with this information, whatever use it may have been. Tell Fenris the detail, although im sure she already knows most, then gather up the higher ranking spies and warriors, its time for us to break them down piece by piece. Solira will be easy, Ni’sirlian refuses to give up.“

He knew the Oracle queen of the Deserts was getting very angry with them. Soon enough she would have a breaking point.

Yes, the dreamspeaker nods, as a smile caresses his lips.

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