[So this is what it feels like to have the tables turned on you. Normally, she's the one stumbling on Ian. Today, it's his turn. Really, she's a little surprised that he would approach.
But it's not a bad thing. Maybe he's getting a little less insane. You never know.
Still. He could have picked a better time.
She glances up from the lantern, blinking away a slightly glazed expression that goes so very much against her facade. The shrug isn't as casual as she'd like it to be. Her voice isn't as disinterested.]
It's a festival honoring the dead. I'd say the lanterns are probably totems.
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But it's not a bad thing. Maybe he's getting a little less insane. You never know.
Still. He could have picked a better time.
She glances up from the lantern, blinking away a slightly glazed expression that goes so very much against her facade. The shrug isn't as casual as she'd like it to be. Her voice isn't as disinterested.]
It's a festival honoring the dead. I'd say the lanterns are probably totems.