- Kalon Name: Mariah
- Link to Kalon: x
- Write about them interacting with their favorite thing: (item, person, place, etc.)
- Mari held his shovel close to his chest as the wind billowed through his hair. The long black strands whipped about freely, streaming in the heavy breeze. If passed as a gasp of the night and he cast his eyes to the shovel clasped tightly in both hands. It was an unremarkable object in almost every way. A long, ragged stick had been converted haphazardly into his night-watch cane by another member of the coven, no doubt, but it felt entirely his own despite this. It was his, after all, it was his only company in the night-light of the cemetary. Straying between each row of tombs, he carried his shovel with him each and every night. The jar suspended on its bent handle was now and forever alight with fireflies, caught by Mari himself at the fall of dark each night before his rounds. He was cautious, of course, making sure they would be fine come morning. Each time the sky fell to black, Mariah would wander the cemetary alone-- save for the bright glow of his shovel.
He eyed the moving fireflies within, which buzzed and fluttered around as the illuminated the path ahead of him with their glow. Mariah felt a thin smile trace his features. Despite his situation and despite all odds, there were still things that could make him smile. He-- a man who had lost everything-- could take joy in these beautiful little things. The gentle dance of the fireflies, even captive in his jar, made Mariah a little more at ease. They weren't much company, but he shared his stride with them in a way, and walking with someone through the cemetary, now cast in the peach light of the fireflies, Mariah felt his smile widen. His steps swayed, ever so slightly rhythmic, he spun on one heel and then the other, pivotting in a dance as he hoisted the shovel high into the night sky. He broke into a simple dance, the steps he recalled from another time, and let himself be captive there-- in that moment of his blissful past.
The moment passed and Mariah fell to the ground, clutching his shovel close to his chest with a grin. This shovel was his, but simultaneously it was a lot more than just that. The fireflies were his friends, in an odd sort of way, and he felt that perhaps with them he wasn't as alone as he felt-- perhaps the tombstones weren't as imposing, and his environment wasn't warped. Perhaps, even in this dismal life, there was something beautiful left-- Mari just had to look for it a little harder. No doubt, he'd find it-- cast in the peach glow of the fireflies.
Workshop One - Day Four Exercise
- Kalon Name: Belial + Alvarez
- Draw them interacting with their favorite thing: (item, person, place, etc.)
