[SWE] The Festival of Lights

A soft breath escaped the man, as he looked at the few lanterns he had created. The Festival of Lights was always such a beautiful thing, one of the rare times that brought peace to his stormy soul. His lights were simple; fabric with some earthy designs painted on them for individual character. He was no artist, far from it in fact, but it was an opportunity to express his love for the beauty and unity that the festival brought to the community, however small and struggling it might be. People didn’t always get along, but seeing the lights dot the ground and cast such a warm glow brought a touch of hopeful love to the healer’s heavy heart. Desmond walked away from his lanterns, instead approaching the crackling fire pit with a drink in his hand. He gazed into the fire with a warm smile on his face. The healer was an extremely approachable man, he had to be in his profession, so he wouldn’t be against anyone coming over to say hi. Many of those who gathered seemed to be of the group of newcomers, so no doubt they would be curious about what the Festival of Lights was. Who knows? Maybe they’d even be interested in making a lantern. He wouldn’t mind lending a hand there - or just some supplies to do it themselves. desmond Talk to the Moon, Heal the Soul