Desreal: i could never do that;

It isn’t often Micah meets others that are new, especially as up beat as the one that was coming his way.

Although in a way it made him sad. In a way it reminded him of when he first arrived, it reminded him of Delilah, the girl who brought him out of his reclusive shell. But time passes and they never kept in contact, or bumped into each other here and again. It was actually a very sad thought. But Nimir-rajj pins his ears and growls softly.

And as he usually does, he just turns and smiles at him.

But he is almost ambushed by here, and it isn’t one of those unpleasant sort of ways. He welcomes it with a healthy smile, spread wide across his face, chuckling lightly as she speaks. He tries to stop as she continues on, guessing where he came from. But he can’t. And the light chuckle becomes a deep bellow. “My my, Lycoris, I am Micah.“ He states, as if it nothing.

Because to him he is nothing, not really. He has not done anything epic, he has not attempted to even do so. His life was in a state of lull. And for once he was not even content with that. Although, he could live with it. “Yes, Desreal, is quite a place.“ He chuckles lightly, still.

It is honestly a wonder why he liked the mare thus far, but who couldn’t. He felt his spirits lift, he forgot sadness, and being lost. All because one mare decided to jump her gun into a conversation with him. Which is quite unlikely to start with. Micah was in general a pleasant creature who dwell on things more often then he should.

He needed this, and if he knew it he would of thanks her

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