NOAH
I wait and tell myself "life ain't chess,"
Noah knew how mentioning Weaver before had made Loren shut down their attuned bond. It was the reason he hesitated explaining who his lantern was for -- but there was no hiding from grief. It was, in Noah's opinion, the whole point of this season and this yearly festival. This year, despite his belief, was the first time he had made a lantern since the year his parents passed away, however. It would be the first year he would attend the festival. Usually he spent no extra time with what he thought was fruitless -- and to him, before now, the festival was fruitless.
He knew nothing they were doing would bring anyone back.
But he didn't need that, anymore.
Noah moved his materials around as Loren returned, trying to picture in his mind's eye what he wanted. "This is the first lantern I have crafted in nearly a decade."
But no one comes in and yes, you're alone...
