Quote:
Prompt 2 (Paint the Night Sky): Destiny City has already had its fair share of snowfall but for the past week it’s just been constant. There hasn’t been a clear sky in days, and even when it’s not snowing it’s still too cloudy to see anything. Finally, one night, the clouds have finally thinned--only to reveal something more surprising than the suddenly good weather. A glorious display of colorful light dances over Destiny City. Auroras are uncommon in this area, but it’s something unique to see. Especially because it almost seems like the colors blend like watercolors, and look like they’re deliberately weaving around each other.
The air was cold and crisp with only a hint of damp this night as apposed to the heavier wet from the past several days as the snow fell off and on in waves. It left the city blanketed in the white powder that glowed with a million different lights it seemed thanks to the decorations that hung from building to building. All of these things were information and sights that Hania did appreciate, but only distantly at this point of time as the feline ran across snow covered rooftops, taking care not to slip on random patches of ice.
The reason for his distraction from the sights of the night? He was attempting to find any clues to where Guinevere might show up, much like he had been off and on ever since that disastrous night several weeks ago when everything had gone to hell. When so many had gotten hurt, or killed, or even turned with only a few turning to the light and too many being forcibly turned to the dark. Like Guinevere. The Mauvian's heart gave a lurch at the thought of the friendly young woman and the pain she went through as the chaos flowed through her.
His running slowed down to a stop and he panted slightly, looking mostly unseeingly at the world around him as the feeling of loss and failure crashed into him once again. He couldn't help her then and he lacked the power to help her now. Even if he found clues to the missing Senshi, would she even remember him? Would she even be willing to come back with him to find help? Would she willingly dismiss the chaos that corrupted her or would it still be enough to keep her from even wanting to turn back to order?
Hania's panting turned to ragged breathing and he let his legs collapse underneath him, sending his furry body down onto the snow as the weight of this pressed him down, eyes going blurry with the tears he couldn't shed before in his shock and horror of the night. Several minutes passed as it all ate away at him and the world passed him back with no acknowledgement from the Guardian Cat, until he had cried his fill for the moment and could once again stuff it back into a box to shelf for later, much later if he could get away with it.
Looking up at the night sky that was clear for once after a week of clouds, he could see it lit up with beautiful colors that danced with no care to the mortals below and their wishes and hardships. If anyone had been there with him they would have seen the colors reflecting in his eyes as he forced himself to calm down. The others needed him right now, they needed him to be his normal self as best he could to help guide and support them. They didn't need to deal with him and his emotions. They didn't need to have to put up with his fears and inadequacies.
Once he was calm enough he pushed back up on his legs, though he didn't stop looking at the sky yet, and let out a sigh. "Where ever you are, I hope you can see this and know we miss you and are looking for you, even if you only know it deep down." His words were lost in the wind, filled with a mix of sorrow and hope. Soon he was back on his hunt, running across the rooftops and the endless search for the missing.
Word Count: 600
