Fairy Lights

Spring on Raven’s Eye is a dreary, rainy affair, but that’s true regardless of the season. Without a sun above them, the turning of the year is decided by the fluctuation of the planet’s core and the arcane lights strung up around landbound cities. Marjorie thinks that the lights are quite beautiful, and a marvel of magitech - she should know, given that she’s helped modify them over the years, warding them against the entropy of time.

Normally, they glow a bright gold during the day to emulate the sun for the diurnal species who need it, and gradually dim to a pale silver as night approaches. Someone must have been feeling especially festive today, however, because as Clara closes up the diner behind her, Marjorie watches the lights dim to leafy greens, vibrant pinks, and powder blues. They throw off haloes of gorgeous color in the misty drizzle, and Clara gives a little gasp as she leans over Marjorie’s shoulder to peek.

“Was that tonight? Gosh, I plumb forgot.”

“Hm? Is something happening?”

“There’s a little festival going on down at the community center--live music, games, that sort of thing. I think it’s some sort of equinox festival since Spring’s almost over,” Clara clarifies for her, “and most of the city’s probably gonna be there, so they petitioned to change the lights for tonight, I guess! No sun, no problem. Isn’t that lovely, sweetpea?”

Marjorie glances out over the lights again, beautiful as they are. “Certainly,” and then, a little more shyly, she says, “Did you intend to go to this festival, darling?”

Clara blinks, and then hems and haws. “Well, I’d thought about it! But I said we were spendin’ time together tonight, and I know you don’t like a crowd…”

That’s very true. 

Still… Clara’s wistful look toward those lights is hard to ignore. It couldn’t hurt for Marjorie to push herself out of her comfort zone, at least a little bit.

“Did you say it was at the community center? Indoors?”

“Mmhm,” she nods, her eyebrows arching curiously. 

“I’m sure I can manage that for an hour or two,” Marjorie says, and can’t help but smile when Clara’s face lights up.