Sunrise: Leon & Mickey
The bonfire was died down to a large circle of ash, smoke still rising from its center. Most of the students had gone back to their dorms, but some had set up camp and simply fallen asleep at the bonfire, too tired (or drunk) to make the trek back to campus. Leon stepped quietly over someone's outstretched arm as the person snored blissfully. It had been a good night, a success, and Leon's eyes were illuminated by the events that had transpired between him and the Loa. He felt renewed, born again and recharged. Surely, very soon, he could make the necessary steps to fortify his own defenses and discontinue using the crystal focus stone.
Scanning the trampled grass and crunched leaves, Leon's gaze shifted skyward. The sun was rising over the ocean, shooting streams of light through the morning autumn mist that hugged the trees, blanketing everything in cold dew with a hint of frost.
His breath was visible on the air as he stood waiting for Mickey. Leon's face was still painted with tribal and voodoo markings, as were his arms, some of the paint making a completed picture with his tattoos. He shivered as dew dropped, coming to a stop at the ashes of the fire and wishing he had brought a jacket.