OLIVER
Whatever the gourd did next absolutely did nothing to insight fear into Oliver, in fact, it looked amusing more than anything. Burrowing itself into the sand just... didn't look all that scary. So much so that Oliver was able to quickly turn his head and now focus once more on Melita.
The ideas were good ones and he was already figuring out what he should draw on his lantern to properly pay respects to Adam. "Do you have something on you that I can use to decorate my lantern?" So many questions, but what else was he supposed to do. This was another new and unfamiliar thing. The only real way to learn more was to ask, seeing as not all people made it abundantly obvious. New traditions would have to be taught in order to be properly upheld. "When is this festival? And what exactly happens? Should I prepare more than just the lantern for it?" It most likely wouldn't be anything like Fiat Lux, far from it, so what exactly did the festival entail? What should he expect to see or how should he address it?
The ideas were good ones and he was already figuring out what he should draw on his lantern to properly pay respects to Adam. "Do you have something on you that I can use to decorate my lantern?" So many questions, but what else was he supposed to do. This was another new and unfamiliar thing. The only real way to learn more was to ask, seeing as not all people made it abundantly obvious. New traditions would have to be taught in order to be properly upheld. "When is this festival? And what exactly happens? Should I prepare more than just the lantern for it?" It most likely wouldn't be anything like Fiat Lux, far from it, so what exactly did the festival entail? What should he expect to see or how should he address it?
i saw that my life
was a vast glowing empty page
and i could do anything i wanted
