[SWE] The Festival of Lights

Cel frowned gently as the peaceful festival seemed to take a turn slightly for the worse. She didn’t know what the meaning of all of the lanterns was, but she also knew that she didn’t really care all that much then and there. It was beautiful, serene, and it appeared to be a way for everyone to join together and celebrate together. Something that she had noticed about this world, as strange and foreign as it might have been, was that there was no apparent hierarchy between them. It was such a pure thought, and she truly hoped that it wasn’t just what it looked like from the outside. Her attention was drawn from Alistair to Remi as he collapsed, but there were already too many people surrounding him, so she stayed back. Then, the main fire billowed as one of the Ascended women threw alcohol into it. She made it clear that the newcomers weren’t welcome in her eyes, and Cel felt herself grow uneasy. Remembering the dead… So that was what this festival was for. She did that almost nightly back in Northaven for her husband until Archebold had begun to fill that void, fill the emptiness that had been left inside of her. She glanced around to look for him, but not seeing him in the initial scan, opted to depart. The young woman already felt that she didn’t belong here, and the woman by the fire gave her an excuse to leave, so that’s just what she did. celosia Bride of Darkness