if it doesn't burn a little
She makes the lanterns every year. It is not about wishing for them to return, but simply about remembering them as they deserve. It is a time to talk about them, not that she doesn’t all year. Still, it feels different. It feels important, to make sure their lanterns are part of the display. They deserve at least this much.
Weaver is surprised asKorbin appears, coming to stand beside her. This, the two of them and three lanterns, is as complete as their family will ever get. ”You came,” she says, clearly pleased that he actually left Halo. ”So, do you hate it?” she asks, giving him a playful grin. Right now, she expects him to just hate everything, but maybe at some point he’ll learn to see the world as she does. As Straia would have taught him to, had she lived long enough (though perhaps this is the real problem). There is always more to something than meets the eye, Straia would have said.
She’s debating taking Korbin around to introduce him to some of the others here, but then Remi’s voice cuts through the festival with such startling force that she does nothing. Weaver turns her attention to watch what happens between him and Loren. ”Well fuck,” she mutters, loud enough for Korbin to hear, the solemnity of the moment killed by that particular display. She knew they were not on good terms, but that was certainly far more than she expected. Perhaps she ought to ask Loren for details the next time they spoke. He’d left something out.
Weaver is surprised as
She’s debating taking Korbin around to introduce him to some of the others here, but then Remi’s voice cuts through the festival with such startling force that she does nothing. Weaver turns her attention to watch what happens between him and Loren. ”Well fuck,” she mutters, loud enough for Korbin to hear, the solemnity of the moment killed by that particular display. She knew they were not on good terms, but that was certainly far more than she expected. Perhaps she ought to ask Loren for details the next time they spoke. He’d left something out.
-- weaver
then what's the point in playing with fire?
