[SWE] Festival of Lights - 313 PC

Lena

and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm

Many came and many more were to arrive, so her fingers traced Sera’s lantern lightly, before finding, striving, to grasp at a branch firm enough to hold the lacquered elements. It took more than a few instances for her shaking digits to tie it along a bough, willing the stalwart prowess to last more than a meager breath, when another’s voice reached her.

Turning sharply, she was relieved to recognize the vocals and the man, Noah, though not the woman at his side. “Thank you.” She bent her head to both of them, inclining it in a small nod, not giving away the notions of her lantern. With a gentle grin, she made a quiet inquiry. “Did you make it back to your mountains?”

And, lifting her head, spying Falke, she gave a small wave, with a thousand other things to say that were left for another time, another place.

that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm