[SWE] Festival of Lights - 312 PC

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame The previous Festival of Lights didn’t escape his thoughts. Clustered, coiled, and centered there, in the segments of things unforeseen, in the bellows of unpredictability. But still, he wandered into its midst, in between the glows of candles and flames, with no new lanterns in his grasp. Just the ones for individuals who wouldn’t be able to return – some because their souls had long since been lost before this mortal plain, and some because their souls hadn’t flickered to Mort. The Sword kept to himself, but didn’t hang his head low, as Rexanna’s artifact was placed on its newly-designated hook. All the adornments and ornamental orchestrations remained, though he’d added others – reforming proportions to accommodate newer chapters in the stories (Kiada placed there too – reborn in the same glow as her mother, even if she likely hated the notion). His parents’ stayed the same – flames and water, interspersed upon metal, etched within the darker plating. Only once they’d been settled did he contemplate anything else – gaze following others for a few moments, but continuing to stand guard along his chosen proportions. master of nothing place; of recoil and grace