The digits entangled into the murky waters.. digging inward into it to collect moss from the clean river. The pale skin of his arms shown as the sleeves rolled up above his forearms. Opening his eyes to reveal his Mediterranean-blue eyes in the distance, matching his bowl of hair that wrapped around his head and covered his scalp. His hands were pocketed into his onyx pants. Michael sat upon a small rock with his hands under his chin.

Suddenly, the water behind him began to overwhelm eachother, spiraling in laps of uncontrollable rage. He could easily see that the presence of something else was doing this.. he could feel it. The energies of another person with the same abilities of him, but somehow.. stronger. He remembered the first time he used the water, though this time it had a price. Killing an animal for the water in its blood, to quench the thirst of himself, his father, and his mother, who unfortunately did not make it into the city.

Oh, how many horrible things he had done, just to stay alive. Shunning himself by turning his head away and lifting his right hand, to calm the waters and send them back into the calming state. Though still, the energies still lingered, even before the avatar his powers wavered into the area. Standing up an tossing his satchel over his right shoulder, staring towards the one called 'Water'.

Not bothering to say 'Hello' or ask any other foolish questions, he just said: "Show me where to go." With a low sigh escaping the imprisonnment of his lips.