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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[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah hiccupped a laugh into her rum, and when she was done spluttering, said, "Maaaybe. Depending on where you're thinking? I mean...." You know what she meant, Priestly. Words, running out, gestures, many.

[lovemykilt]

Priestly grinned. He loved that he could make her sputter like that. "There's this cute little cove between the rocks back home," he said. "At night, no one would be able to see us. . . ."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

It was warm in that room, and there was the rum, that's why Dinah was turning pink. Yup. That.

Also, Priestly got a fast kiss for that, so Dinah could either get time to regain her composure or discompose him just as much as she was.

"...that sounds good." She cleared her throat of its squeak. "Good. Deal!"

[lovemykilt]

Dinah, honey. Priestly got up on stage in a dress in front of people. He had no shame to discombobulate him, anymore. He kissed back with a happy little hum, tasting the rum on her lips. "Good deal," he agreed.