BASTIEN
Bastien held the lantern he had made in his hands reverently; after all it was a memorial. He had worked late into a few nights working on it (and a few prototypes. He had not made a lantern before, and he needed to practice to be sure this would be perfect). As he walked into the woods he nodded at the people he knew - Remi, Ronin, Jigano, Deimos and begrudingly, Phoebe. When he reached an appropriate branch he paused for a moment, eyes closed, wondering for one last time if this was a good idea. When he opened them again he reached up to hang the lantern.
It bore a star, with a smaller star cut out of it, a smaller glint of light in the large shape. The lantern itself was square and he had applied to it several washes of colour; sombre tones of blues and purples, but in the dark with the light inside they were beautiful. It was understated, yes, but he hoped the person it was for would appreciate it.
Well, it was for the child Rexanna had lost. But really, the gesture was for her. And as she approached him at the event, he would tell her so: "Cara, I hope this is not inappropriate of me. But this is for your child. The one you told me of before."
We're aware they're trying to take away our dreams
