Compared to last year, they got off easy. A building is replaceable - people aren’t. So in that way, Lily thinks they’ve more or less succeeded, or at least taken a step forward from last year. Perhaps her outlook is brighter because she didn’t truly know anyone who died, other than Ezra, and their relationship was bare bone®s at best. Whatever sense of sadness there was at the end of the week of darkness was expelled with the light of Spring. Seasons just had that kind of effect on Lily; her spirits rise and fall with the sunshine and the resulting warmth.
Unaware that Caiside had been a budding blacksmith, the singer is not sure why Jigano looks so melancholy as he works to clean up a wrecked shop. She lingers just beyond the doorway for a moment, hesitant to interrupt his melancholy. There is something to be said for the therapy of repetitive movements, of cleaning something up the way one often cannot clean their own heart and soul.
“Hey Jigano,” the redhead says in greeting, her voice light against the heaviness in the room.“Need some help?”
Unaware that Caiside had been a budding blacksmith, the singer is not sure why Jigano looks so melancholy as he works to clean up a wrecked shop. She lingers just beyond the doorway for a moment, hesitant to interrupt his melancholy. There is something to be said for the therapy of repetitive movements, of cleaning something up the way one often cannot clean their own heart and soul.
“Hey Jigano,” the redhead says in greeting, her voice light against the heaviness in the room.“Need some help?”
