AmaLIa
shield of safrin
The comment about baskets has her smiling a little, though worry for her friend remains wrinkled around her eyes. "Oh, yes- to capture the sun. It's a Fae tradition. I'm kind of surprised people are still so enthused about it." Given their recent relations with the Fae, as well as the tragedy that struck them so heavily, it seems odd for people to be so entrenched in the celebration this year.
But, she supposes, they need something to cling to. Light, a promise of a better future. Faith and prayer and gods. Isn't it what she clings to, after all?
"Even I made one, though it's not particularly good." Ruefully she smiles and shrugs, wiggling her slowly strengthening fingers as evidence of her shortcomings. "I probably won't be catching much sunlight in it this year, though."
But, she supposes, they need something to cling to. Light, a promise of a better future. Faith and prayer and gods. Isn't it what she clings to, after all?
"Even I made one, though it's not particularly good." Ruefully she smiles and shrugs, wiggling her slowly strengthening fingers as evidence of her shortcomings. "I probably won't be catching much sunlight in it this year, though."
you can't choose what stays
and what fades away
and what fades away
