Oh... [Her tone is wistful, looking to the lanterns in a new light. She looks down at her own lantern, one thumb tracing over the crude cutout of the lion she placed on it.] It is a lovely tradition. [And though she remains uncertain of where her ancestors end up, her free hand moves from her lantern to rest against her chest, remembering what it had felt like to be in the embrace of the Ancient on Oriande.

To hear a familiar voice echoed by many resonating within her.]

I wonder...if they'll be able to find us here. [It's a thought worth entertaining at least, and she looks back to Shiro, expression soft.] The war has made it difficult to think about the traditions of old.

We had something similar on Altea