He's Got the Whole World

The elven community kept on with its daily routine despite Michael's presence. They spared him a glance, maybe even a short stare, but no more than a brief stop. He continued walking through until someone recognized his aura as Scafir. When they started gathering around, he was unsure of exactly what they wanted. He listened closely and they seemed to be whispering about whether he was friendly or maleficient. He distractedly pressed forward. A child tried to tug on his leg. He stopped and asked in Elven, “What do you need?”

The child made a hand gesture. Michael had no idea what he was gesturing. He wrote the question on the ground. The child gave a quizzical look. The child drew a small four-legged animal. He made more hand gestures. Michael clearly mouthed out the word for 'lost.' The child nodded. Michael return the nod with a quiet 'aaah...'

Michael walked with the child a short while away. He made a bowl shape with his hands. The rest of the community looked at him in wonder. Michael kindly requested a bowl and some water. When they hesitated, he sighed and went to a well. He pulled up water and motioned the young boy over. Michael positioned the child's hand so his fingertips gently touched to water. Michael put his own hands underneath the child's and started chanting. The crowd watched in wondrous awe. A vision appeared to both of them. The child gratefully reached up and hugged him and ran off.

Michael stood up and the village elder said, “You are unlike any Scafir we've seen. Who are you?”

Michael smiled at the old woman and said, “Just a humble man who can talk to dragons.”

She bowed. The crowd followed suit. “Then, you deserve your birth more than any I've seen.”