[open seasonal event] Got a light?

WESSEX out of the night that covers me “Fiat Lux,” she responds softly. “meaning Let there be Light.” Turning to face Deimos, she makes a face that may or may not convey her confusing feelings about the celebration. When she was Accepted, it was a glorious time, banishing the end of the terror of LongNight for another ten months or so, and heralding the advent of warmth, longer days, and a season of plenty - comparatively. Now, it means she is confined again to the shadows, trapped in this elegant machine that is somehow still so vulnerable. At least she won’t sweat to death when she does go out. “My favorite day of the year before I Ascended.” She gestures behind her to the Wheel of Fire, which will become more important as the day goes on and the sun slips behind the horizon. “This Wheel is meant to keep the light alive even after the sun goes down. It banishes the darkness of LongNight, welcoming Long Days instead. For me, though, it’s more of remembrance. I lit one for my siblings who died in the Spire.” Usually she lit one for her family, but the definition of family is slowly shifting with the absence of anyone blood related. What was ingrained in Wessex was that they couldn’t survive here on their own. Though the Natural community was fractured and singular, they came together for the important things. They helped with someone needed it. They took turns watching the children and elderly. They might steal from each other and kill when necessary, but there are certain days when you set everything aside. Just for a day. Tomorrow, they can hate again. Her hand goes to the flower crown he’s so cheekily placed on her cloaked head and she looks up, saying with a straight face, practically daring him to say anything to the contrary. “Do you think this bring out my eyes?” She’ll be his straight man any day. Or is he, hers? They can’t both be the somber ones, cause that’s not funny at all. black as the pit from pole to pole i thank whatever gods may be for my unconquerable soul