The Academy: for simon;

He is, as always lurking within the Academy.

As of late, he has not ventured from either its boundaries or Desreal. Something keeps him caged inside, not letting him venture back to his ocean. He is not a coward for not venturing there. He doesn’t know about the hounds, he is oblivious. If details had been told he might of gone, might of helped any way he could of. But he hasn’t because he doesn’t know.

Blind men travel better.

He was searching the academy. Wandering within the fallen bricks and overgrowth. His earth bending and twisting touching everything, shifting it and moving it. Exposing the things that earth has decided to keep from them. He has yet to discover anything of value. But as he feels the pressure of Simons mind, and his name as it breathes in and out. He stops, his head turning towards the desired direction of his students approach. He yawns briefly, it is short.

He moves again, this time towards him, (or hopefully). The sight of him brings a smile to his face as it twists the corners of his mouth, it is a simple, yet handsome smile. Pleasant to say the least. He watches him intently as he wishes for him to look. And he does, not only look but observes.

His earth touches Simon’s, it feels content. His earth has always enjoyed the feeling of its familiar, more then anything. It flickers to life inside of him as he makes his demonstration.

His smile disappears for a moment, as life dies beneath his feet. His earth stretches wanting to give life, to let it breathe, but it stops as Simon gives life to it once more. Micah chuckles lightly. Secretly glade Simon it not corrupted. He has met Ozymandias. Death, Decaying, and the draining of energy that was displayed mid-way would of stopped there. It didn’t frighten him as much, but Simon was pure in ways even Micah was not.

His demonstration was simple, it told stories of old, and nature running its course. It was beautiful.

“im glade you found what it means to you inside you Simon, I am impressed with your answer, because I’ve known a few who only thought of it as pretty flowers, and nothing more.“ he quiets thinking of what his own earth means to him. He doesn’t think for long as vines begin to sprout from his mane, stretching and leaning, upon one limber vine shown a cocoon. From it birthed a butterfly, as it sprouted from its shell. It is done quickly what would of taken hours. He looks at Simon quietly as the butterfly flies, but as it does it ages in a way it shouldn’t. Then it dies from the air landing upon the nose of himself. He still watches him quietly.

“To me earth is about birth and death. But not only that, but all that lies in between. It is about companionship.“ He breathes lightly and a vine reaches for it, touching it and it wakes as if it had been in a state of coma. “And love, and heart, but it also hold corruption. Earth is the root the cause.“ he looks down for a moment, feeling he has said to much, because in fact. If he had thought of it. Micah himself had helped complete his own students assignment.

His eyes flutter open as he watches him, waits for his expression, his words.

Waits for him to ask if he was done with his work, done with being a student, ready to move on.

Waiting for something. Failure maybe, or acceptance as a teacher he has tried so hard to become.

m i c a h
deception is charming,
liar, condescender, words born as bastards
earth three | apprentice | teacher of solira