Isla
"It's alright. We can have a miniature festival for the other twelve lanterns," Isla reasons to Varus with a small smile. It feels strange and perhaps a little wrong for Ascended to be attending such a festival, but like it or not Isla had known what it was to be in Mort's embrace, and she had stepped back into the world on this very night last year. She has many she might remember, but like a couple of others in the crowd, the lantern she holds is for a starry-eyed child she knew only as a unicorn, but who she loved fiercely all the same.
A delicate white thing spangled with gold and silver stars, she reaches up to hang it alongside Varus's lantern and gives a nod of satisfaction, before her fingers twine through his own. "Mm? Maybe a little later. I'd quite like to just take a walk and look at all the lanterns. You want to come?" It's an illusion of choice, of course - Isla is already tucking herself under his arm so they might walk together.
A delicate white thing spangled with gold and silver stars, she reaches up to hang it alongside Varus's lantern and gives a nod of satisfaction, before her fingers twine through his own. "Mm? Maybe a little later. I'd quite like to just take a walk and look at all the lanterns. You want to come?" It's an illusion of choice, of course - Isla is already tucking herself under his arm so they might walk together.
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
