[SWE] Festival of Lights - 317 PC

Festival of Lights Things are changing. The world is changing. From the creatures that scuttle and spew violet mutations through Caido's landscape to the paper-thin veil between life and death, Leafchange has never seemed more turbulent. And yet, for all the chaos of the season, some things never change. The Festival of Lights goes on, and all are welcome. Lanterns have been set adrift in tiny boats along the Wishtide Waterways, acting as a welcome to all those who might attend. Overhead, decorations wind through the branches of the trees, sparkling and glittering, and though the setting for this gathering is modest in comparison to other years, it is no less sincere for the effort. This is a time to remember, to pay tribute, to breathe in a moment of stillness and offer time and attention to those who have passed. Welcome to the Festival of Lights - 317 PC! You have SEVEN DAYS to have your character arrive at the festival. If your character brings a lantern to remember a loved one who has passed on, please note who it is for at the bottom of your post! At the end of the festival, Ludo will choose a lantern as its favourite, and spooky things may happen! You will need to post at least twice in this SWE thread for it to count for SE, MP and/or levelling.

I've done nothing wrong
Except for all the atrocities

Ghosts were nothing new in her life; she had plenty to pick from. Instead, Melita had quietly hovered around this season much in the stead of wraiths and specters, meandering where she could and lost along the parallels. The unknown slipped and grasped, toyed and vexed, until all the restless bounties curled into her fingers, adjusting on the handles of the lanterns she carried. They always seemed to be in abundance, and though she hadn’t had to make any new ones in quite some time, the weight of them remained the same.

Fangorn and Sila hovered along her ankles as they drifted amongst the waterways. The cool stream was a balm to her fiery heart, and she began lining hers along the modest rivulet too, crouching so her mother’s, sister’s, Rexanna’s, Bastien’s, Haai’s (she wouldn’t forget her uncle’s companion) and a multitude of others could collect and reflect.

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Melita places lanterns for her mother, sister, Rexanna, Bastien, and Haai.

the honeybee

Besides that
I'm innocent

DEIMOS

They flew – over oceans and mountains, past luscious greenery and void-tainted lulls. A safer alternative and option for now, once they’d heard the location of the festival. His bag was already laden with their lanterns, clutched deftly in thunderbird talons, and the swells of the wind gave them a lush rise and fall with the currents of air, drifting amongst clouds or above the waves. Enough time to think and process, to linger in the threads of those who’d passed, and perhaps be seen again.

Eventually, the Sword could land at the waterways, and together he and Evie could meander their way along streams and humidity, hitching his bag further up his shoulder as they traversed. Offering his elbow and any other supportive means on the travel, his gaze gave quick scrutiny, and thereafter he whispered low in her ear. “You all right?”

Then too, they could put their efforts into shifting lanterns amongst the lights. The familiar portions of his parents, Rexanna, Bastien, Adam, Peter, and warriors fallen from times of war; long since dusted and polished from where they lingered amidst the house, settled upon the grove.

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Deimos has placed lanterns for his parents, Rexanna, Bastien, Adam, Peter, and NPC Halo soldiers who died in the war.

i'm in the mood to dissolve in the sky