Desreal: HE LAID EMERALDS IN HER EYES; ROWAN

There was no escape, was there? He lingers in Desreal for some time, wandering, thinking.

This hour, was his first hour of freedom from her, the first initial grasp of life and he would never willingly let it go again. His earth soothed over his very being. Caressing his soul, his very core as he moved through the twists of the trees. It calmed him and carried him. It was all he had left.

In this shred of light, left a shadow, that shadow was Micah.

He could ponder over her forever, let thoughts drift within his mind filled with what if’s and if only’s But he was passed this now, he would never turn back and see what loomed within the darkness of the caves. That eerie dripping down echoing through the darkness calling him. His back was turned, and it was for good.

His thoughts drifted as his earth shifts. He thinks of students, and oracles, and the little knowledge he knew of relics and shards. His wanders aimlessly his earth touch and feeling, being the guide to someone so blind.

Time passes and it is a dull, lingering upon all these preoccupied moments.

His earth feels its natural pull, Micah is oblivious. As nature in its truest form one power pulls to a greater power does it not. It is almost to late before he realizes what and who is earth has lead him to. He has come to terms with his earth, a beautiful yet defiant force of will. He feels the branch crack beneath his wide hooves. There is a moments pause, silence. His own earth tossed its angry head inside him. He could feel it tremble as she approached.

He watched her, he did not move. A cautious smile spreads across his lips. His dark nose lowers towards the ground, touching the pieces that were crushed beneath his heavy feet. He touches them, his earth sooths over the ground, uprooting vines as they sprout from the ground tangling themselves around the single branch, and just s soon as they came, they leave. The left over’s perhaps where one unique branch, probably nearly identical to the one he broke. His earth calms feeling content and well fed.

“I guess I should have been paying better attention.“ His smile is now full, and crooked. His face is youthful and worn well beyond his years. He is not your rebellious youngster nor your stern old geezer. Although he does have that understanding of life around him, of beings in their natural surroundings. Once you have your element you love your element, as it loves you, and everything it in general cares for. The branch may have been dead well before his feet lay upon it, ravishing it. It is the thought, that nature, that earth didn’t take its course to fulfill its very use, and he had indeed twisted whatever future it may have had, whether it a piece of a puzzle to a bird for a home, or whatever else it may have been.

But here now, it was fixed, and he was indeed sorry, not because her anger lashed as her earth did, pushing and tugging at his own earth. But his earth touched and cared for life just as hers did. “Im Micah“ His words tremble off his lips like delicate wine, holding some sort of masculine tone with it. His dark eye watch her, scanning over her, just as any male would. Nature is nature I guess.

But there was something about her as he felt butterflies trickle into the pit of his stomach.

M i C A H
OF SOLIRA. EARTH TWO. APPRENTICE.