username: LuciferFalling
kalon name: Ezra
prompt: Early one morning, or late one night, hours before the dawn light, Ezra tossed and turned in his bed, eyes closed, yet not asleep. Why was it so difficult to sleep? Lately, his thoughts had been getting the better of him, keeping him awake and stealing hours away that should have been reserved for dreaming.
There was nothing else for it, a walk should ease his mind and tire his body.
So he slid from his bed, kicked the covers from his body, and pulled himself up and out of its warmth. The cold cut through him like a knife, teeth chattering as he pulled out various pieces of soft, warm clothing, tugging each on as he prepared himself for the dark, icy night outside his front door.
Each step towards the outside was a slightly more tentative, hesitant one, until only a single oak panel stood between him and the harshness of nature.
Ezra took the last step in a leap.
A leap into the great unknown, his paws landing in... Something. What was that? Why did it crunch beneath his feet, disappearing into the ground under him? It was soft, white, like wool blanketing every inch of the outdoors, glimmering like a million tiny diamonds beneath the moon, in the beautiful starlight. A childlike wonder and awe filled him as he took steps further in the odd substance. Had he discovered something new? He had never seen such a thing before.
Small flakes of pure silver sprinkled down upon him more and more, coating his entire fur coat in speckles of it. It was freezing where it touched his skin, however he couldn't bring himself to mind. The lights that sparkled from the trees, from high up in the sky, lit his way perfectly. It didn't matter that he hadn't a clue where he was going, all prior worries of his sleepless night completely forgotten, replaced by a curiosity and an intrigue. Excitement, joy unlike anything that he had experienced since he had been a kit. Never, not even if he had been told, would Ezra have believed that a world like this lay just outside the comfort of his own home.
The magic of the festive season had finally returned, in the form of something that he would never forget; the first snowfall. Every year that followed, he remembered that walk, his chance encounter with the astounding phenomenon. And each year after, he has hoped and dreamed of seeing it again one day.
Never, after that night, had he ever contented himself by laying in bed, keeping to his comforts and avoiding everything outside of that. For who knew what adventures and wonders laid even just a few feet away?
Life was for living, for exploring, for finding things that sparked wonder and awe. For finding the magic in the mundane and loving each second of it.
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