I have never feared the storm
Sah's eyes softened with sympathy. He hadn't processed the timeline Seren had previously given, that Aoife was only two when they lost her. But a color was a start at least. The Abandoned gently nudged Seren's shoulder in support. "So it'll be a red lantern." Then an idea came to him. "How about you design it with all of the things she missed out on? The things you wished for her? Sort of like, giving her the chance by making the lantern for her? If they really do receive them, then she can experience them that way?" It was a bittersweet idea, but given the circumstances, it was the best that he could come up with.
Seren's question caused a pang off grief to fill Sah. His eyes met his friend's, haunted. "Yes." He'd lost plenty of real things for sure. But the Outlander had also lost his world, and with it, an entire possible future. One that he'd spent his entire life working towards. Ambitions, hopes, dreams, wishes. All gone in an instant.
Seren's question caused a pang off grief to fill Sah. His eyes met his friend's, haunted. "Yes." He'd lost plenty of real things for sure. But the Outlander had also lost his world, and with it, an entire possible future. One that he'd spent his entire life working towards. Ambitions, hopes, dreams, wishes. All gone in an instant.
Sah
