He had never been so grateful when a servant showed him the left over scraps from the lantern festival.
His fingers had never shaken so much when he held the brush to the thin fabric.
He had never been so scared when he slipped away that evening.
He had never felt so much hope when he watched it float over the walls, carrying his prayer away in the night.
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|D I didn't have time to draw this when the lantern festival was actually going on, and now, turns out it fits the story! Haha.
Oh and the character on his lantern means "god" or "spirit," so basically, the lantern holds his hopes, and he's addressing it to the gods.
Same place & time frame as: [link]
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