Lesallia Surish
Couturier
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Blinking at the squirrel-boy’s question, which wasn’t really a strange question coming from one so young, Lesallia explained that the Vessels were used to remember the dead, to send them messages of love and to them let them know they hadn’t been forgotten, while the lanterns were for the recently passed, to help guide them to Toamna.
“What do you do if you do not have someone to send them to?”
Popping another finished lantern into the pile, she turned to the cyborg and handed him a paint set. “Well, then you send them to the ones who have no family left. It’s what I do every year. As both my parents are alive and I’ve never known the rest of my family, I decided to make sure even the smallest soul was remembered.”
A gentle wind rocked the hanging limbs of the old willow as everyone let those words sink in. It was admirable really, as the woman had forsaken her kin and moved to the small township to start anew. They knew it had been a hard transition for Lesallia, who wore vibrant clothing and walked like a dancer in dressy heels, even in the most putrid of weather.
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Posted 10-24-2013, 05:11 PM
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