[SWE] The Festival of Lights

J O R Y

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Jorseval wasn’t too interested in the Festival of Lights for its own sake, it’s not like he had anyone he cared to remember anyway. If asked when he was in a sour mood he might have had a bit to say of time spent better honoring gods over long-gone people but he didn’t really mind it, and most gave Mort his due in asking him to look after the souls he’d taken. So Jory brought no lanterns, lit no lights, but at least this year he didn’t ignore the gathering altogether. Where people gathered in numbers opportunities for mischief abounded and tonight he was of a mind to take advantage of that and came anyway to see if he could make fun for himself. (Most likely in the form of trouble for someone else.)

As the crow, he swoops over the heads of the gathered, and spotting a few less then celebratory faces amongst the crowd picks those out as targets for an (admittedly not very complex or clever) bit of tom foolery. One at a time he wings his way above the crowd and tries to drop little pea-sized pebbles at a few opportune times.

He gives up his rain of tiny stones when he spots Amalia leaving her own lights swinging and moving back towards the gathering. He doesn’t know her well, it’s true, but he takes a bit more of an interest in her than he usually does with most people. She has a true devotion to the Old Gods, and he likes that at least. With a caw of warning he swoops down to perch on her. shoulder and leans in to nibble lightly at her nose in greeting. It doesn’t occur to him to try and remember if she’d recognize him in this form or not. He then turns his head to point beady little black eyes at Ronin and give an obnoxious caw in his direction.

{Tries to drop pebbles on Remi Wessex  & Deimos XP}