The Academy: -- simon

He was dwelling.

He knew he was. Nothing brought even more pain to his heart then being at the academy. As much as he loved here, and the sea, it was always there. Although this pain, this pain captive within his hear, was dwindling.

But only dwelling upon the recent past was what kept it there.

He moves around the familiar ruins with ease. His earth searching silently through the undergrowth. Weave in and out with him. He strides to a fallen stone-like wall and gazing happily at the vine covered thing. Underneath, the wall was a dull sandy color. It was engraved with unknown markings of the past. His earth pulls the vines down from the wall, exposing it like a naked thing. He touches the stone gentle with his muzzle.

It was then the colt startled him lightly.

He moves away from the way, his own brilliant smile blossomed upon his face. “Hello Simon, its good to finally see you, even if its away from the sea.“ He has seen the colt before, as a mere child, so young and chasing gulls. He is quiet pleased to have the rambunctious youngster as a student. He was still so full of innocence. It was obvious.

It became even more apparent as he began rise his power, presenting such a proper gift. A single vine came from underneath his mane, reaching out to grasp the object. It wheeled it in the object looking like a new ornament within the black tangled mess. “Simon!“ He says with pleasure. "I even have yet to find something as lovely as this!“ Which was true, he wasn’t just fueling the child, Micah was not much for passing time and shell searching. “Thank you!“ Well that was proper.

Already thinking much of the boy he looks to him. “Simon, please tell, what kind of things are you looking to learn, do you seek true knowledge within the element, or knowledge about yourself.“ it was a honest question. A time Micah was presented with it, he of course had chose the element.

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OF SOLIRA. EARTH TWO. APPRENTICE.