Khaeris Dawndancer

Fireworks

Time started again as the softness of the night bloomed again and her ears rang with the after-echos of previous booms and pops. She blinked and the memory of the fountains of color and bright burned still. But it was over and it was just a memory.

Fireworks were one of her favorite things. Lunar Festival, therefor, was one of her favorite times of year. The beautiful displays ranged from big to small, from simple snaps against the stone path to the stunning flashes and shimmers that hung in the sky. There were paper lanterns enchanted to float and streamers that flutter in breezes.  Sparkles and shimmers flashed at the corners of your eyes. Flowers every direction you looked.

It wasn't easy to forget that an Old God was ripping apart your world. That your lover was off fighting somewhere, you didn't even know where exactly. That people were struggling. That monsters were walking again. That devastation could be only a moment away.

With fireworks, she could forget again. Lunar Festival was a celebration of a new year, moving  forward and pushing to the future. But, if she could, Khaeris would have stopped time, then. Frozen in the brief seconds of forgetting.

Her smile faded wistfully. Together, the sky and Khaeris exhaled. A breeze teased her hair. Celebration and simple joy drifted away like the wisps of smoke that had hung in her air. Now it smelled of gunpowder and burning.

Weekly Writing Challenge, week 13 - Lunar Festival