Andarin: The Mountains: TO ARNLEIF;

The Warden was nothing but a spirit by all means. His earth allowed him access to all that was living, his air purring in the air with nadir raking violently at the leaves. He does not smile, no he stands there. Are buckskin paint stallion just watches the forest in silence, absorbing for once, the comfort of being alone.

But it is always broken and shattered isn’t it?

He turns, his hazel-like eyes watch her for a moment as his air swirls around him. Nadir pulses in his throat, threatening to let the air surround him. He coughs for a moment, still not used to his shifting powers, it all came so quick, and he was abnormal, as all would be. The earth-y prince of the woods. He can feel er earth feeling around him, feel another presence. He humms to himself as he searches her mind. A child she carries, ah. But the thought goes no further because it only makes him think of his. Only brings him pain.

He would never truly be a wolf now would he? He had been here for months and yet the sea-salt smell still clung to him heavily. His earth desperate to gnaw it away from his skin. “Hello Arnleif.“ Your dreamspeaker says. His voice hollow and empty yet rustic. “I was from the ocean yes, Fenris welcomed me into your home some time ago.“ he speaks again.

His air wraps around them. “Tell me who is the father?“ He is curious enough, he doesn’t search her mind for detail. No, his is not the perverted.

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