Desreal: hope was lost so long ago; ANY

He grows restless amongst his sea, their sea. As he stands there gazing at the waves as they crash into the reefs. He remembers a time when he was so much less then he was now. A scared helpless thing. But the elements have blessed him (or cursed him) and his life lays dormant within the dark abyssal waters. He has been idle for to long, sat in a state of lull where he feels not even he or Rowan can pull him from.

He needs motivation. Which is something he doesn’t have.

It is a sad thing when he feels his life coming to a close, where nothing happens except the day by day rituals of endless gazing into the waters, listening to the gulls as they fight over a crab before it scurries into a hole where no one may react. He feels he has lost his place long ago within the elements. Lost his place in time and now forgotten. But how could he be? He is Micah, but what does even that title mean to anyone?

Nothing.

He stirs in the morning air breathing in that sea-salt smell as he tastes the waves about his tongue. His earth shifts as Nimir-raj too awakes from just a light slumber. Micah watches the black Leopard curiously as he wades into the trees to the south. A sigh escapes from his mouth, he is lost and he cannot find himself. “pansy.“ Is all here hears as the words penetrate his mind and he chuckles. Light and breathy he chuckles. As he too heads towards the trees, to a trail with overhanging branches and dense forests. He too moves in the direction but for different reasons.

He goes to Desreal this morning, a place long forgotten in his mind, to find hope even in the most unlikely of places. The cat eventually finds his way padding along side Micah, his yellow eyes watching him curiously but he says nothing, he just walks.

The trail ends opening up into a shallow meadow next to a river. He wanders over to it, following it into the trees. Pebbles fall and a splash of water sounds. It is almost soothing as he thinks of home, but the thought is quickly shoved away as Nimir-raj lets a low growl admit from his throat. Motivation, he knows is what he needs. To go meet new people, to find and figure out a life. His dutiful companion is trying to help.

The boy and his cat wander on, saying nothing but only walking as they enter the darker part of Desreal, breaking away from the path and entering the woods.

His earth sings and hums and Micah feels through the land.

M i C A H
TEACHER OF SOLIRA. EARTH THREE[BARKSKIN]. SEER.