ludo
Perhaps it's because this is the last lantern to be hung. Perhaps it's because the festival is taking place in Halo this year. Regardless of the reason, it is Noah who will feel a warm hand on his shoulder, a beat of wings as if from a blackbird. Or a dragon.
The Scythe stands proud and confident as she did in life, a former Warden, a former bartender, a legend in the blizzards of the Citadel. This is Weaver Hale, and death blows her back in on the snows like she never left. "I'm not really gone, you know," she says softly. "Whenever you light a flame, or lift your glass in a toast, or tell a story about me, I'm there."
Because memories, in the end, are what keep us all alive.
Noah's lantern has been chosen by Ludo, and Weaver has appeared!
The Scythe stands proud and confident as she did in life, a former Warden, a former bartender, a legend in the blizzards of the Citadel. This is Weaver Hale, and death blows her back in on the snows like she never left. "I'm not really gone, you know," she says softly. "Whenever you light a flame, or lift your glass in a toast, or tell a story about me, I'm there."
Because memories, in the end, are what keep us all alive.
Noah's lantern has been chosen by Ludo, and Weaver has appeared!
