Lyra has never attended the Festival of Lights before.
It always seemed like doing so would just be to sate a certain morbid curiosity that she does not possess, given that she hasn't lost anyone that she's aware of in her life, orphaned so young that she does not remember parents to mourn, if they're even dead to begin with. It used to bother her that she doesn't know their fate. But these days, it's a simple fact of life.
Still, she's stretching beyond her comfort zone in many ways in recent seasons, roaming freely around Caido instead of remaining steadfastly in Torchline. So why not attend, to pay her respects to the dead who have fallen before her? She therefore carries a lantern for no one in particular, simply to give to all those who, perhaps, do not have family or friends left in this world to remember them.
She doesn't recognize many in the gathering - Colt, perhaps, from a meeting long since past and nearly forgotten; and Zavien, more recently, though he and the woman he's with seem occupied, carrying several lanterns between them. Best not to interrupt. Instead, she heads into the trees to find a place for her own lantern, comfortable with her solitude.
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Lyra carries a lantern for those who aren't being remembered. She has no viable lanterns for selection.
It always seemed like doing so would just be to sate a certain morbid curiosity that she does not possess, given that she hasn't lost anyone that she's aware of in her life, orphaned so young that she does not remember parents to mourn, if they're even dead to begin with. It used to bother her that she doesn't know their fate. But these days, it's a simple fact of life.
Still, she's stretching beyond her comfort zone in many ways in recent seasons, roaming freely around Caido instead of remaining steadfastly in Torchline. So why not attend, to pay her respects to the dead who have fallen before her? She therefore carries a lantern for no one in particular, simply to give to all those who, perhaps, do not have family or friends left in this world to remember them.
She doesn't recognize many in the gathering - Colt, perhaps, from a meeting long since past and nearly forgotten; and Zavien, more recently, though he and the woman he's with seem occupied, carrying several lanterns between them. Best not to interrupt. Instead, she heads into the trees to find a place for her own lantern, comfortable with her solitude.
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Lyra carries a lantern for those who aren't being remembered. She has no viable lanterns for selection.
lyra
Never take advice from someone who's falling apart
