if it doesn't burn a little
She arrives early to place her lanterns. This year, as with most years, she has three in tow. Really, there should be more, but she usually keeps it simple. There are a few there already, faces she knows, and as she passes she offers them a smile and a nod. First though, before conversations or games, she needs to do place the lanterns.
The first for John. A simple thing, covered in swirls of color. He had been a man that did not stick out from a crowd, but a good man, deserving to be remembered all the same. Second, for her mother. Shaped a bit like a fire, painted with the colors of flame. Third, for her brother, blue and green and brown, sky and earth. All three have a candle flickering within them. As she places them, she spends a moment to simply be, to remember the family she lost far too early. She was not sure if Korbin would be joining, though she does hope to see her brother at this event. Not that he had been one for leaving Halo.
For now, she simply stays with the lanterns, watching as others arrive and waiting for the festival to get going. The beginning was for remembering the dead, for mourning lost loved ones, and so she does not interrupt the others.
The first for John. A simple thing, covered in swirls of color. He had been a man that did not stick out from a crowd, but a good man, deserving to be remembered all the same. Second, for her mother. Shaped a bit like a fire, painted with the colors of flame. Third, for her brother, blue and green and brown, sky and earth. All three have a candle flickering within them. As she places them, she spends a moment to simply be, to remember the family she lost far too early. She was not sure if Korbin would be joining, though she does hope to see her brother at this event. Not that he had been one for leaving Halo.
For now, she simply stays with the lanterns, watching as others arrive and waiting for the festival to get going. The beginning was for remembering the dead, for mourning lost loved ones, and so she does not interrupt the others.
-- weaver
then what's the point in playing with fire?
