LUDO
As it does every year, there comes a point in the Festival of Lights where all grows still, all grows silent. And then, one by one, the lanterns begin to dim until only one remains. The only one to light the way for the returning soul to approach, guided by the candlelight and the loved one standing in wait.For the second year in a row, she has been called back. Only this time, rather than seeing her daughter, it’s another face she wished to have seen amongst the crowds. And as the festival begins to darken until one lantern is lit, its hers – crafted by the best crafter and best friend she had ever known. And so, Rexanna steps past it, forgoing anything else and everyone else so that she can wrap her arms around the Resurrected Sword in as much of a hug as a spirit could manage.
“I hear a congratulations is in order.” She teases, withdrawing with a vibrant pale smile and eyes so wholly sapphire blue that they manage to somehow still feel warm in spite of it. She reaches up to cup his cheeks with her hands, ensuring that his attention is entirely on her when the Penumbra hums a soft and tender whisper for just his ears only. “I know you carry the weight of the door and what happened to me because of it with you... But stop blaming yourself, Deimos. I never once thought to blame you for it.” It’s an honest smile that flickers across her face before she goes to hug him once more. “You have a son now, you can put your mopey energy toward him instead.” It’s playfully teasing, as she always had with him, but gods if she doesn’t hope that this helps that guilt he carries.
Deimos's lantern for Rexanna has been chosen for this year's festival!
