Raising the Red Lanterns (Open, Grounds, sunset)
A couple days late, I blame work.
Outside the greenhouses, waiting for the last rays of the sun to disappear from the sky, a mass of red lanterns that had been either purchased, grown, or painstakingly put together littered the ground. There were nearly a hundred, not counting the ones hanging from the gables of the greenhouses, waiting to be lit.
While not everyone at the school celebrated the Mid-Autumn Festival, there was no point in denying fun simply by being a minority. He'd been born in China after all, why not have a little holiday? He'd even bribed the Elves to make moon cakes for whoever passed by, and had little pots of ink and brushes in case anyone wanted to write their wishes on the skyborne lanterns. And, in a fit of creative effort, he'd made the flowers in the greenhouses grow in shapes representing the paper dragons.
Maybe he was having a little too much fun, but... ah, what the hell.
Outside the greenhouses, waiting for the last rays of the sun to disappear from the sky, a mass of red lanterns that had been either purchased, grown, or painstakingly put together littered the ground. There were nearly a hundred, not counting the ones hanging from the gables of the greenhouses, waiting to be lit.
While not everyone at the school celebrated the Mid-Autumn Festival, there was no point in denying fun simply by being a minority. He'd been born in China after all, why not have a little holiday? He'd even bribed the Elves to make moon cakes for whoever passed by, and had little pots of ink and brushes in case anyone wanted to write their wishes on the skyborne lanterns. And, in a fit of creative effort, he'd made the flowers in the greenhouses grow in shapes representing the paper dragons.
Maybe he was having a little too much fun, but... ah, what the hell.