(Sounds fake. Lucretia watches the lantern bob off into the distance, then selects one of her own. She hasn't decorated them- slightly unusual- but she has written names in flowing script. JULIA floats away across the surface; Lucretia watches it go with a complex expression on her face.)
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(Sounds fake. Lucretia watches the lantern bob off into the distance, then selects one of her own. She hasn't decorated them- slightly unusual- but she has written names in flowing script. JULIA floats away across the surface; Lucretia watches it go with a complex expression on her face.)
Heaven... it's a nice thought.