[She's quiet as she reminisces, her own fingers gracing over the water as she sets her own lantern afloat. Drawing back, the lets the current, exacerbated by the rainfall, begin to take her lantern away, and she wraps her arms around her knees, bringing them in close to rest against her chest.]

There was a tree carved from stone we would place at the center of a field at the end of the summer months. We would write the names of those who passed that year on the stone, and then place candles on each branch, lighting each one until the entire tree was lit. It...was tradition, from before Alteans were technologically advanced, but the lighting ceremony was meant to usher the Life Bringer's attention to our people, to encourage a safe winter and to protect the spirit of our ancestors who were no longer with us.

[She rests her chin on her knees, looking out at the lanternss.]

The light would only go out once all the candles burned through.