Elpis was... beautiful. Even with the underlying troubles with how things were run, and the way everyone assumed that he was a familiar. If not for the troubles looming large, Mikka could've happily spent days utterly absorbed in the green growth of the place. It almost made him think of home. Especially when he found a small alcove that seemed all but ripped from memory.

The others might notice him missing, and should they come looking for him, they'd find the Miqo'te here, nestled into a small corner near a fall of moonblossoms climbing up a trellis with a pen and paper in hand, though he seemed to have stopped writing, instead staring uncertainly at the page, ears at half-mast, tailtip flicking fretfully. Honestly a bomb could go off near him without his notice at this point.