[SEASONAL EVENT] empty chairs at empty tables

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving No one had spoken to Aoife like this, evidently - no one with a man's voice, anyway - and the infant gurgled against Remi's chest as he went about getting the fire started. Already the cold was beginning to dissipate with how Ronin had opened up all of the doors and windows, letting a gentle breeze sail throughout the guildhall. Still, though, the dappled light gave way to deep shadows, since all the lanterns had long burned out. Silence pervaded the upper floor of the hall, interrupted only by occasionally soft footsteps. Eventually Ronin appeared on the bottom step, frost in his hair and tears frozen on his cheeks. "I don't know what to do," he confessed. "I wanted to... Vanya would have wanted to be in the ocean, but..." But there wasn't one, and the Glade was not suitable for that sort of thing.