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12-25-2016, 05:42 PM
Яikyn
I move along to the outskirts, admiring the bracelet which has magically appeared on my leg, when I find a suitable place to stand. Duir peers at it, too, both of us occasionally looking up and about at the gathering of people, cheerfully chatting with one another in groups, while we stand alone. It is not to say I don’t have friends; there is Erebos, and the rainy day which is Enna, and I greet them with a glance, and the shared smile of two spirits who know the very essence of one another’s laughter, if nothing else, any more. To see him with her makes sense, really; what memories I have of his mother are of a woman mysterious as the rain, cool and somber. Enna is these things, albeit warmer. Perhaps rain in the summer, rather than the winter… But rain none the less. Glacia’s glance greets me as she arrives, and I smile, glad to see her out and among others, her figure in better health than it had been the last I’d seen her, though she still seems sad, as she moves to stand alongside her father. I don’t see Mordecai, though I look, unsure as to why. At last, my eyes settle on the tree, and its magical light. Almost no one has gone to remove their temporary gifts, eager to continue the feeling of togetherness that, somehow, eludes me. in every heart a hole |
@Erebos @Enna @Mordecai @Glacia
