Tel kept his eyes on his own lantern for the time being so he wouldn't have to see the pain in Cordelia's face. It was bad enough to hear it in her voice, but that was the reason for the season, after all. Working through the hard memories and hopefully finding a sense of closure... or at least feeling a little less alone among others enduring a similar sense of loss.
His hands stilled over the side meant to represent his mother, but then he carefully began to glue a small crow feather to the paper. "No wonder you miss her," he murmured awkwardly, groping for the right words and, as usual, coming up empty handed. "Was she a hunter, too?"
Carefully, with fingers that hardly shook at all, he glued the last wall of his lantern into place.
His hands stilled over the side meant to represent his mother, but then he carefully began to glue a small crow feather to the paper. "No wonder you miss her," he murmured awkwardly, groping for the right words and, as usual, coming up empty handed. "Was she a hunter, too?"
Carefully, with fingers that hardly shook at all, he glued the last wall of his lantern into place.
