[SWE] Festival of Lights - 313 PC

Wessex will not skirt the party like a furtive shadow, skulking and afraid of conflict; she’s paid her penance after all. The candle within her lantern sits behind a grim prison of bones. There’s nothing attractive about this piece at all, just the macabre reminder of death. Very specific deaths for her. And who knows, perhaps the picture of her striding boldly forward with this handmade skeletal lantern is a calculated effort to add to her image. Hanging it from the branch of a low tree, she tries to keep the occasional eye on her siblings, lest something happen and one of them needs a quick exit. ------------------ Wessex made a lantern for all the dead Ascended <3 WESSEX come, you spirits that tend on mortal thoughts unsex me here