Desreal: AH BUT BEAUTY IS IN THE EYE OF THE BEHOLDER, IS IT NOT; ROWAN!

Things are happening in Solira, and he does not feel its call to him.

He does not taste the salt on the tip of his tongue as children cry out into the madness, as his fellows sink beneath the teeth of ravenous hounds. Decaying monsters from the underworld, conjured by one only slave.

No, Micah is oblivious, new has not traveled fast to Desreal today, and it wont. Everyone is to consumed in their own to worry about Micah. This thought does not bother him. This teacher loves his ocean, we shall not deny that fact. He just does not know! (don’t let him know either! -grins-) The glade is where he has been, where he will be for some time before he turns back to the tide. It is, lets say a vacation of a sort.

Micah was real, he knew himself as real. He was nothing like this fleeting light hearted spirit of the woods. But in his mind, his thoughts he meandered amongst were other worldly, at least to him. He was a scholar, his mind naturally lingered and lulled upon random topics.

And today’s topic was this rather odd feeling within his stomach, he felt it before but it was changed different. It wasn’t needy, it was content, full perhaps. Comfortable within the company of her earth as his pulsed within him. It was this moment it grew, the thing that crawled within his heart, this soil creature, made of mud and leaves pulsed and grew enraged. His stumbles lightly, his breathe labored. And a smile breaches the placid look that lingered upon his face just seconds before. He knew now, he had full control of his element, don’t ask how he knew. But the life that seemed to beat within him, how much more he could touch life within his very core seemed to be so much more sensitive, he just knew.

“I don’t know where I got mine, I can’t even remember a mother, or a father, I just grew up and Micah stuck, like it was meant to be this. I don’t know why, or how. Things just seem to play for me.“ He chuckles lightly. Chancing a step forward. In place of his last hoof laid a perfect imprint of greenery. Different from the soft earth that stood around it, it stood out. And it was only there for a moment, seconds later is seemed to writhe into the soil. Fluttering out into to undergrowth.

Her question dumbfounded him. He did not know why he remained here, he didn’t want to tell her why he really was here, but he didn’t want to lie to her, he couldn’t. It was very much bad form. “Many things, heartache mostly, its more of a, im trying to get over her, myself, and everything. Just be free.“ He doesn’t know how to be free. “but I don’t know how, I just want to be happy.“ A sigh escapes his throat.

His voice trails into the wind as a vine crawls up his leg, his shoulder and into his mane, the end disappearing, and flowers bloom within his mane, and then die.

Sadness overwhelms him and he looks back to her, smiling lightly. “sometimes I feel like I don’t want to be alone, like I need someone.“ he chuckles.

Butterflies tumble within his stomach, he likes her, he knows it, he does not act upon it. She is still young, she doesn’t know him, he doesn’t know her.

Oh Micah, this is far to soon.

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