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"May they burn brightly," Rance echoed. It might not have been a traditional sentiment as he knew it, but it felt right. The spirits of the dead, shining in their realm, souls like stars.
It felt almost normal -- for whatever value 'normal' was, anymore -- to share his candle with someone, far more used to watching the night by candle light than by whatever a swarm of lit lanterns was likely to look like. And while he hadn't intended to spend the vigil in an avian body, it felt right to do so now that another raven was there. He settled down as Korbin did, enjoying the quiet of the night a little more now that he wasn't alone.
It felt almost normal -- for whatever value 'normal' was, anymore -- to share his candle with someone, far more used to watching the night by candle light than by whatever a swarm of lit lanterns was likely to look like. And while he hadn't intended to spend the vigil in an avian body, it felt right to do so now that another raven was there. He settled down as Korbin did, enjoying the quiet of the night a little more now that he wasn't alone.
~fin~
