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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]
"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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Date: 2016-12-23 08:13 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2016-12-23 09:10 pm (UTC)And, of course, she had family of her own to ask after. "How are the newlyweds? And Helena and Alfred?"
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Date: 2017-01-01 06:08 am (UTC)"Barbara and Dick are still disgustingly newlywed- I'm glad I moved out before this. Helena's... well. She and Reese are in another of there off-again phases. I don't want to know why." Because vigilantes should not date cops, that was why. "And Alfred is training extra help. He's going to be 80 in February, so, it's overdue."