They say blood makes you related but
loyalty makes you family
After returning from his brief stint in the Hollowed Ground and taking care of some outstanding Council business, Loren had been mostly left to his own devices. The infirmary was completely deserted, seeing as most Halovians tended to treat all but the most serious injuries on their own (those that came back from the Tundra at all). So he'd grabbed some extra cloth, some wood, some paint, and a few other odds and ends to get started on a new tradition he'd heard about.
Although Ludo wasn't the healer's favorite deity, he figured anything he could do to get in its good graces would be good. At least this was easier than making the lanterns. After clearing off his workstation, he'd summoned three small monkeys to help him. One was cutting cloth into scraps to represent rags, one was sewing yet more cloth into a rough robe that the rags would be attached to, and the third was carving out one piece of wood as the Firebrand whittled the other. Astra watched the whole operation from her bed in the corner, chewing on some hay he'd put out for her.
Amalia
Although Ludo wasn't the healer's favorite deity, he figured anything he could do to get in its good graces would be good. At least this was easier than making the lanterns. After clearing off his workstation, he'd summoned three small monkeys to help him. One was cutting cloth into scraps to represent rags, one was sewing yet more cloth into a rough robe that the rags would be attached to, and the third was carving out one piece of wood as the Firebrand whittled the other. Astra watched the whole operation from her bed in the corner, chewing on some hay he'd put out for her.
LOREN
