When the gods said jump, Arialla said "how high," and when the gods said "COM HELP PRIPAR FOR THE FESTVUL," Arialla showed up. Of course, Ludo wasn't her god -- her first loyalty would always be to Safrin. But she still believed in showing respect to other gods.
And perhaps part of her wanted this, this spot of normalcy -- and this assurance of NO ASS ENDED. Once upon a time, she'd enjoyed decorating Apollo's temple, crafting bright and beautiful things to honor her god. She hadn't done it in a while. She wanted to.
But when she got to the party, she found it difficult to work up much festive spirit. That was all right, she supposed; wasn't the Festival of Lights about mourning? She had a lot to mourn this year.
Arialla grabbed some food, pulling her dark cloak close around her face, and then looked around to decide where to start. Dolls tended to unnerve her these days, after carrying around the one Mildew had given her for so long, so she instead headed to a lantern table.
"Hello," she said, softly, to Sah, setting down her plate of food across from him and starting to look over the materials.
please don't take my sunshine away
