[SWE] Festival of Lights 311 PC

"Unfortunately, I believe your ability to slurp milk has been somewhat compromised, Edrei." Isla is tired, though she doesn't show it. She is beyond remembering the way she died, the horror of that Longnight. So much has happened since, from being a unicorn to being free to... to this. And yet when the opportunity posed itself, she found herself stepping back into the light with the rest of those souls, following close at Aamu's heels with her hands in the pockets of her thick coat. Pebble blue eyes squint even against the low light from the azure lanterns, and the cold breeze stirs her golden curls around her shoulders. "Where are we?" Isla the flesh is weak