Desreal: a reunion of sorts;

He too wanders, but for far different and distance reasons.

Micah and Nimir-raj, the boy and his cat wander together aimlessly through the thick forest of Desreal. He wanders searching for everything and nothing, his cat watches him with those glowing yellow eyes curiously, but still saying nothing. Together they are the oddest of pairs, but the work together all to well. The stallion, lost and confused and the dutiful cat who keeps him in line.

Together, as it should have been from the beginning the move down a hill into a meadow, his earth parting trees, branches move without metaphoric fingers touching them, out of their way. His earth seeps through the ground, humming and dancing as it usually does. A cheerful element that almost pulled him into its darkest parts. But Micah refused it overpowering authorities, its new-feeling worn off long ago and they came to an understanding, a liking of each other to say the least.

As they march on, he spots a familiar form, wandering. It mind racing for a name with the face. A child in tow of her, and that alone makes him smile. He has come to the conclusion it is best if he has none of his own, but he has seen many grow up. Some taking the path well traveled, others venturing down dark ally ways. It has caused him pain and heartache, it has caused him happiness and tears. But doesn’t everything work out that way.

A little of this and a little of that?

And then it hits him and his mind fills with memories of when he had first arrived.

The new arrival to Solira and its prisoner. Her unlikely encounter upon a youthful stallion, weary and scared in many ways. But none the less he came round and they danced and played until the rain came, venturing into a small cavern that opened into the mouth of his meadow, he has spent so many tireless days upon the ridge right upon that same cavern. Everyday forgetting the memories it held to him, every day forgetting who it was that found it with him, his unlikely happy friend.

Those days of happiness, those days of weariness have so long past, they were only but memories held by the darkness now. But they flood in so willingly. So unforgettable.

He shares them with his companion and he bares his teeth in a glistening smile of pearly whites. Then he takes to the trees possibly to chase birds. “Cats“ muses to himself.

Somehow, the time passes and one minute of walking seems like a second, five seems like thirty as he makes his way to her, and to her child. “Delilah!“ He calls out almost breathless, delighted to say the least. “Its me, Micah.“ And still that same charming, teenage goofy boy-like smile is present upon his face, as he stands before so different, and so much the same.

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