[SWE] The Festival of Lights

Festival of Lights The Outskirts came alive at dusk. It began with a faint glow, pinpricks of light scattered to the wind. When one drew closer, though, the lanterns showed their true beauty. All along the Outskirts, from the Fields to the Woodlands and everywhere in between (even right up against the border of the Hollowed Grounds) - wooden stakes had been driven into the ground, upon which hung a variety of lamps and baubles and homemade lanterns, all unique, each one with its own personality. Some were made from paper and decorated wildly with paint and dyes and goodness knew what else. Others were formed out of glass which floated like ghosts, undoubtedly manipulated by magic. There were lanterns of leaves and twigs, lanterns of fabric and ink, lanterns of flame and earth and lightning for those Abandoned who knew how to creatively manipulate their elements. For every light, there was a person - someone who had crafted it lovingly, painstakingly. All of those people were gathered, too - a firepit crackled merrily at what seemed to be the centre of the celebrations. There they spoke, they drank, they laughed and remembered and conversed with one another. Some were making their lanterns even now. The Festival of Lights had begun. Welcome to the 308 PC Festival of Lights! This SWE is open to Naturals and Outlanders alike! What's it all about, you ask? Outlanders, you should probably find some of the natives to ask... - You will need to post at least 2-3 times in this thread to gain credit for the SWE. - Have fun!