Lore
Sublime Cloak
We celebrate the future we will build together.
The City has changed—at least for Crow. The memory of a mask still weighs against his face, but he walks tall now, and finds he's welcome at a Solstice bonfire whenever he sidles up to one.
He knows it's the sort of festival not just for remembrance, but also for celebration of those you stand hand-in-hand with, of the future that may yet be built together. Today, Crow has friendship on his mind.
Like the logs he watches crackle in the fire, so many of his connections are half-burnt for one reason or another. Cayde, more than others, lingers in his thoughts. Not only for his brief sojourn through Crow's new life, for the lost potential friendship that might have existed in another time and place, but also simply for the sort of person he was. In the moment, Crow wonders what Cayde would have to say about this navel-gazing.
Keep moving forward, probably. So, what next?
"I don't know how to meet people," Crow says aloud to Glint. "It sounds so stupid. I just think I… I forgot how when it comes to people who aren't Guardians."
Glint buzzes gently, his iris bright against the dark evening sky like a floating spark. "We could take a class," he says, with all due thoughtfulness. "Not about meeting people, though. Maybe pottery?"
Crow laughs, feeling that spark in his heart. Lighter than the burdens that weigh on him. He thinks how fortunate he is to build a future together. With Glint; with the Vanguard; with people he hasn't even met yet. "All right," he says. "Something new. And—" A hesitation, teetering on a precipice. "Maybe I'll wander down to the Tower Hangar. See if anyone there knows some tricks I don't."
No standing still. Only moving forward.
Cayde would approve.
