[SWE] Fiat Lux

Maea Big dreamers shoot for open skies The day har come, and yet for all the preparations and all the joyful occasions this festival represented, Maea approached it with mixed feelings. Last year she had arrived in the company of her brother, his wife and three overexcited children, well aware that she would dance with no one, speak only to her kin and leave early with the kids so that Noah and Lienna could have a day to themselves. This year... well. Everything was different this year. Her morning had begun alone, and the house had been painfully quiet as she went about the usual chores. Feeding the animals, feeding herself, drawing water for a bath. It had been with a sense of unease she opened Lienna's wardrobe to find a gown worthy of the occasion, and the lump in her throat as she made her way across the fields still lingered. But. It wasn't like she went to the festival alone. Her company this time was just... different. "Ready to have some fun, Ludo?" she mumbled, a half smile playing on her lips as she addressed the god that draped over her shoulders like a cape. The contrast of black rags against the bright white of the beautiful dress was stark and startling, but where Maea once would have fretted the reactions of others, she now felt a thrill of defiant excitement as she entered the festivities. Let them look. Let them whisper and gossip all they wanted. She could invite anyone she wanted... so what if her escort happened to be the death god's herald?