Thread:Toluene/@comment-31177040-20160723215338/@comment-25908355-20160723220311

The silence of the Kindergarten is disturbed. A grunt. A crack in the wall, a slender hand sticking out of the newly-created hole.

Another crack, and the hole gets wider. Two arms stick out, prying the stones apart, allowing its little chamber in the cliffside to be flooded with light. It winces and covers his eyes, stumbling outside, tripping over its steps. Finally, as his eyes adjusted to the blinding rays of sunlight, it removed its hands and looked in its palms, bleeding and bruised from hitting the stones. On one, the left one, stood a gem.

Carnelian.

(Character cards are too mainstream.)