[SWE] Festival of Lights

Samuel

I pray to blades of grass
To find forgiveness in the weeds

Sam had not attended the Festival of Lights since he had left his family - it had been a tradition too caught up in them, and he had dreaded the crowds. People looking at him publically hanging up something he'd made.

Honestly, the idea still felt a little nervewracking (how strange it was, that one could fight monsters bravely and be scared of a judging glance the next day) but he went anyway; he had people to remember, to respect. Isla, who was not dead in the full sense but whom he missed every day in her old form, Cornelius, his old mentor whom he had seen and harmed in the Spire (something for which he felt guilty every day) and the Ascended man he had seen killed on that same journey, though he did not know his name.

As he approached he looked over to Ronin. Next year, I might hang a lantern for him. He thought, frowning and swallowing down the sadness that welled up in him at the idea. Glancing away he went to hang up his lantern:

He had used scrap papers from his bookmaking, illustrated letter doodles and inky smudged paragraphs creating an unique pattern across the surface. The lantern was a simple cylinder, not fancy, for he had never been much of a crafter outside of his books; some ribbons hung from the bottom, blowing in the wind with a gentle grace. Hanging it on a branch a little out of the way away from the main crowd, he watched it for a moment, feeling more than he had expected at the sight of it.