A lone figure sat behind a shimmering curtain of water in the dawn. It seemed to glow, a soft but bright white to golden light that illuminated the pouring liquid as it fell from the cliff above. Occasionally, a spark of electricity would attack the water and become devoured by its mass. The morning sun cast it's freindly warmth across the lake, the soft ripples sparkling as they rose and fell ever so slightly from a light east breeze. Nariwa Konahomaru, with his shirt off, was meditating behind the waterfall. His emerald colored skin, tougher than that of a normal human or even half-celestial, was marred in several places by scars and burns.
Still, he carried a regal wonder. The rippling muscles guided the water from the falls down his torso and around him on the cool stone.

His eyes were closed, but not snapped shut. A visage of mildness covered his face, replacing the stone determination that it usually expressed. The tattoos on his body glowed softly, brighter with an inhalation, and abating away slowly with each exhalation. The symbol of the God of Day, in the center of his forehead, gaurded by two angelic swords emlazened with holy light. White ivy lace trailed the edge of his hairline, to his ears and disapearing behind. In the center of Kona's chest is a rune, also glowing in tune with his breaths, which reads the name of his other half, "Nariwa".

On each arm, another tattoo. The right arm bears a lightning blade, the same in appearance to his own, with a red ribbon caressing it's edge reading "My anger is pure, and in my fury I shall conquer evil." The left arm, a Katana, his first trained weapon, with a similar ribbon that reads "I will restore light to the world, and darkness shall tremble at my name." The decoration spoke of his high status in Imythess and in Celestia, a Chosen on of a Goddess, and a full celestial by soul-rights. (His blood rights have been disputed ever since his birth, as his mother had been beleived to be an anceint Goddess of Day. It has never been proven.)

Waiting for someone, anyone to pass, the celestial sat cross legged. Still as stone and nearly as hard. Waiting for someone new to befreind. Kona was lonely. While Veronna was a wonderful companion, he was afraid to tell her of his true feelings. She was a married woman, and being lonely and in love was not a good combination...