The worst thing about always being on the move...
Neos had a moment when he thought the winds had developed a mind of its own for a second. It kept blowing his hat just out of reach each time he grabbed it, before a final blast of wind landed it firmly on Ray's head. A sideways frown appeared on his face, looking a tiny-bit weirded out by the sight of someone other than him wearing that hat.After all, the hat used to literally be a physical part of his body before coming here.
"...can I have my hat back?" He stretched out his hand towards Ray, expecting to get his hat back without having to just take it back. "By the way, what all do you know about the 'Festival of Lights', beyond the creating and releasing of these lanterns?"
...is that no one believes the tales that emerge later on.
NEOS
