[ the girls toss their lanterns in to light the kindling.
it feels like there should be more fanfare - but there's not, not really. the fire in the lantern that you kept alive all this time touches the kindling, and something sparks. it takes a few tries. once. twice, three times.
but on the third, the flame catches, and it begins to light - blazing a pure, bright blue and beautiful. shouxue, for a moment your form flickers like it too, in harley's eyes, but you don't really notice it; instead, the flame takes your attention entirely.
this, you realize with a start, is the sacred flame. it's one of four parts of it, sent off to the different corners of the continents to protect the people who live in solistia. it's the basis of the faith of the order of the sacred flame, but it is the protection of the entire continent. it is its hearth, its home. it is the dawn.
("And the people of Solistia may live in its light, warmth, and protection, evermore." says a soft, familiar male voice.)
the sacred flame relights. and with it, the two of you are swept up in its warmth, protected like being lifted on the wings of an angel. you close your eyes into the blue, blue moment, and you let the sacred flame guide you...
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she stares at the torch structure. it shouldn't feel familiar, but it does. ]
Should we toss our lanterns in there?
[ she doesn't think she has any other way to light it up than using the flame in their lanterns. ]
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Might as well. There's nothin' else here...
[carefully, she will scoot down to the kindling to light the torch with her lantern. she'll help shouxue keep her balance, too.]
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it feels like there should be more fanfare - but there's not, not really. the fire in the lantern that you kept alive all this time touches the kindling, and something sparks. it takes a few tries. once. twice, three times.
but on the third, the flame catches, and it begins to light - blazing a pure, bright blue and beautiful. shouxue, for a moment your form flickers like it too, in harley's eyes, but you don't really notice it; instead, the flame takes your attention entirely.
this, you realize with a start, is the sacred flame. it's one of four parts of it, sent off to the different corners of the continents to protect the people who live in solistia. it's the basis of the faith of the order of the sacred flame, but it is the protection of the entire continent. it is its hearth, its home. it is the dawn.
("And the people of Solistia may live in its light, warmth, and protection, evermore." says a soft, familiar male voice.)
the sacred flame relights. and with it, the two of you are swept up in its warmth, protected like being lifted on the wings of an angel. you close your eyes into the blue, blue moment, and you let the sacred flame guide you...
... back to the cavern of the sun and moon. ]