Wren
Stumbling off a skyship with several other refugees, Wren paused at the edge of the festival grounds. The sound of it reached her first, the laughter, drums, and the uneven rise and fall of voices layered over one another. A younger man bumped into her, murmering an apology before running back to his friends. Wren sighed.
For a moment she simply watched.
The air was filled with warmth, it was spice-heavy, and the sweet smoke of festival fires cured upward in lazy spirals. She breathed it in and let it out slowly, convincing her feet to move. Each step revealed something new: dancers with painted hands, tables crowded with carved trinkets, children darting between adults. Wonder rose, tentative but real. She’d never seen celebration built this large, this open.
A smile touched her mouth before she realized it had formed.
She watched as people made their way towards the massive pyre. Something familiar caught her eye in a few hands and she tilted her head some. Reaching down, she slipped her fingers in her pocket and pulled out the plant she had harvested from a shaking alleyway in Stormbreak. Turning it over in her hand and inspecting it, she decided to follow suit with the others. She closed the distance between her and the fire, hazel eyes wide with wonder. Sweat beaded on her forehead from both anticipation and the immense heat, before she released her offering to the flames.
Offering found here: midas is kind and he holds me so tight
For a moment she simply watched.
The air was filled with warmth, it was spice-heavy, and the sweet smoke of festival fires cured upward in lazy spirals. She breathed it in and let it out slowly, convincing her feet to move. Each step revealed something new: dancers with painted hands, tables crowded with carved trinkets, children darting between adults. Wonder rose, tentative but real. She’d never seen celebration built this large, this open.
A smile touched her mouth before she realized it had formed.
She watched as people made their way towards the massive pyre. Something familiar caught her eye in a few hands and she tilted her head some. Reaching down, she slipped her fingers in her pocket and pulled out the plant she had harvested from a shaking alleyway in Stormbreak. Turning it over in her hand and inspecting it, she decided to follow suit with the others. She closed the distance between her and the fire, hazel eyes wide with wonder. Sweat beaded on her forehead from both anticipation and the immense heat, before she released her offering to the flames.
Offering found here: midas is kind and he holds me so tight
Here I am, a rabbit hearted girl
Frozen in the headlights
Frozen in the headlights
