Rygone took a moment to ignore the various sights and sounds of the distant winter celebration where various folks drank and laughed in fun. He had followed a trail down the mansion's boardwalk, snow crunching underneath his black paws, to find a bit of fresh air. Though even here people came and went, the energy of the area was subdued and quiet. Nothing more than casual chat to break the silence of the forested pavilion.

Breathing a sigh of relief, his rings glowing faintly in contentment, Rygone sat upon the edge of the wooden walkway. His paws dangled in the bitter air but he paid the sting no mind. He could find warmth easily and so the bite served to refresh his sense of living.

A shiver overtook the eeveelution and he smiled as he turned his gaze upwards. Though the light from the nearby home served to block some of the faint dots of light, others still stood out in the Winter air. Breathing puffs of white, Rygone traced along each star's path, looking where they formed constellations and maps. Roaring lions, brave men, and twisted beings all formed underneath his thoughtful gaze, each locked in a still embrace with the universe.

It was humbling to the small Umbreon. He wanted to reach out and pluck the stars from their positions and put them in his pocket. To prove that he was strong but it was a foolish thought. Just a fanciful desire that quickly disappeared to be replaced by awe. He was humbled, but it was a lesson that reminded him that he was still alive. Yes, he was small, but he was here all the same.

A great roar lifted from the party he had left and Rygone felt the cold stretch its boney fingers deeper into his fur coat. It was time to go back in.

Refreshed and with a calmer spirit, Rygone stood back up and with one final glace towards the heavens departed back to the welcoming party inside.

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I always pride myself on being a relatively calm person. One who can see attractions between various forces with a marked level of appreciation. Though that does not mean I don't miss things or don't get angry.

Instead, I view my attempts like as if I were molding clay. Shaping myself a little bit at a time into the kind of person that I want to be. Maybe someday I will reach my optimal self and thus allow myself to go into the oven. To bake into a person worth remembering.

Art by  Demyxia

Rygone belongs to  Rygone