amun
Amun hadn't intended to participate in the Festival of Lights, given that it was a celebration for Ludo, who the potter imagined wouldn't be Amun's biggest fan. However, after Maea had died, he'd been despondent with grief. So he ended up going, alone, wearing his sadness like a cloak.
Not bothering to greet anyone or even see if he recognized anyone in attendance, he just held the lanterns he'd made in his hands. It was simple, really, just a series of tattered paper draped carefully over a candle. However, he'd designed it specifically to resemble the shawl Maea had always worn, which resembled the rags that Ludo itself was known for. Finding an empty spot for it, he hung it, then stepped back to just stare it it, still as only an Ascended could be.
Not bothering to greet anyone or even see if he recognized anyone in attendance, he just held the lanterns he'd made in his hands. It was simple, really, just a series of tattered paper draped carefully over a candle. However, he'd designed it specifically to resemble the shawl Maea had always worn, which resembled the rags that Ludo itself was known for. Finding an empty spot for it, he hung it, then stepped back to just stare it it, still as only an Ascended could be.
Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me
