The Estate, Sidra, Glacia, Thursday (Fandom Time)

[glacial_queen]

Winsol had been going on now for several days. The family had just decamped from SaDiablo Hall in Dhemlan back home to Glacia to continue the festivities in their own home. There would be several more days of formal events, but this evening was just for family and close friends (specifically friends close enough to be family). The children were tumbling around like puppies, a mix of Earth and Kaeleeran carols were playing from floating music spheres scattered throughout the suite, fires crackled in the large hearths, and food and punch and hot spiced rum were piled high on the sideboards throughout. "Happy Winsol!" Karla said, holding up her cup in a toast.

"Happy Winsol!" the room chorused back to her.

[Open to residents of Glacia, dear friends, and anyone who thinks they'd have gotten an invite]

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[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal was not there, but Karla would be receiving a letter:

Dearest Karla,

Jono and I must tender our regrets, but I'm certain you will understand if I say that after the path we took to get here, we are not interrupting our honeymoon for anything. Please find accompanying this a souvenir.

Have a lovely Winsol, and please convey my best to Ermengarde.

Hannibal

It was accompanied by a sugar sculpture of their resort and grounds on the moon.

[glacial_queen]

At a point in the evening, Karla dashed off a quick response.

Hannibal darling,

The last thing I'll do is try to interrupt now you've finally made honest men of one another! (Yes, I just giggled too, at that.) Enjoy your much-deserved honeymoon and we shall attempt to get together to celebrate once you return. My love to your irascible husband.

Best,
Karla

And she directed Ermengarde to sent a bottle of blooded rum to Hannibal's home on Fandom and a box of liqueur-infused chocolates.