As Jiao approached with her lantern, the one she had made with Jigano, she had the self-consciousness to actually feel a little embarrassed. Everyone around her seemed sombre, hanging simple or meaningful lanterns for those they had lost; whereas she simply had one made to be pretty, with no memory attached to it. She had simply not been close to enough people to have lost any yet; as a Fae her family were expected to live for a long time, and she had never been one for many friends.
Still, she went to hang her lantern. Flying up, she chose a high branch as she felt it fit her lantern thematically; a light red six-pointed star with patterns of swirling lines and dots, neatly position around the whole piece. In her spare time she had painted the edges with some gold and made some bead strings to hang from it, small red, brown and gold wooden beads clacking against each other. When she flew back to look at it, she smiled at how beautiful it looked against the night sky, even if it was not as poignant as others.
Sitting on the branch above the crowd, she watched the humans hang their lanterns. What did it feel like, to be so full of sorrow? To have so many people lost to remember?
JIAO
Even if I'll end up in shatters
Baby it doesn't matter
