[SWE] The Festival of Lights

Uninteresting. Boring. But dead things? Well. Tae and @Grusha were down for that certainly. Having heard through the grape vine (the twins continued to pose as Naturals) about the festival, they’d actually spent a good deal of time making their own lanterns. Well. Lanterns was a bit sympathetic. No artists were the twins, but they were resourceful to be sure. Having created their lanterns out of bones and skins (of course), they’d also added bits of wood, feathers, and blue stones. Wood was the closest thing to fire that they could represent, and while blue stones were not an immediate representation of their mother’s lightning magic, it was about as good as they could do in this hellish land. ”Ha kishi rhojosor. May kisha dothrakh ma them torga the zhokwa asavva.” Tae growled, looking towards her twin with a face devoid of emotions. Still Grusha would know what it was her twin felt: longing. Anger. Contempt. Glancing around, for once Tae was hoping to see Zero. He was part of this, after all. Giving not one fuck about how pretty these things were meant to be, if there was a god watching or listening, Tae wanted to hear from them. She wanted to see her family again. If blood and bones and feathers of her loved ones did not their ghosts make, well...Perhaps Tae would have to find the god who could make it so another way. Ha kishi rhojosor. May kisha dothrakh ma them torga the zhokwa asavva.         : For our family. May we ride with them again under the big sky. tae these woods are lovely dark and deep