[SWE] The Festival of Lights

"They're beautiful, aren't they?" Vervain's voice was soft, barely more than a whisper as she sidled up next to Remi as if she was worried that speaking too loudly would ruin the tranquility of the night. "A few of the regulars in the Rathskeller were talking about this, so I thought I would come and see it myself." And it was certainly a wonderful and eclectic sight to behold. Now if only she had the foggiest idea what it was all for. Glancing around, she spotted a few people gathered by a firepit, reaching out to touch a hand to Remi's arm. In the darkness it was difficult to see the change in him, though if she had been able to spot it, she'd have certainly spoken up. "Shall we get a little closer to the fire? It looks like a celebration of some kind." vervain face the wind