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Lilith swiped the clean rag over the counter a final time, finally satisfied with the state of the kitchen when the doorbell rang. Yule perked up from where she had been putting the final touches on the roast for dinner, labeling the juices back onto the prime rib before a final broil. “Honestly I am pleasantly surprised anyone decided to brave that storm at all. Do you mind finding the little ones and making sure they have not caused too much trouble on their own?” She swept past ...

A few hours later, now as early evening began to set in an start to shade over the midday sky with moody clouds and tired sun lingering on the horizon, the two woman found themselves done with their tasks. The house was decorated inside and out and it would not be long before the first of the guests would begin to arrive. Dinner was finishing up in the oven and suffused the house with delectable scents that had Lilith’s mouth watering. It would be a lie to say she had agreed to help on a co...

In a small cabin in the woods, a young Kebanzu was busying herself with the dressing of a small creature that was perched on top of a wooden dresser. Grigori the Serpenti let out a little rolling low chirp as his friend and own, Lilith carefully helped guide his small short legs into the fluffy holes of his custom made jacket. Red in color and with a fluffy white trim, the large hood has a golden ribbon like a present sewn on top, the short curls of the ends framing his small face when the ho...

Laughter rang out over the mystic forest as a group gathered for a midnight picnic on the soft grasses of the tallest hill that Saskia had scouted for them. It was a beautiful spring evening, the day warm and gorgeous, and the night, though perhaps a little chilly was the kind of breeze one could forgive and enjoy. They had spent hours running around in the sun, playing games, and eating the best food they could pack in. Now in the deep night, laid out over and under blankets the five friends...

Circe closes her eyes to the softly filtered warmth of light that falls over her shoulders from one of the great windows of the Alexandrian Library. She breaths in deep the scent of a hot cider and ancient books as she sips at the warmth and thumbs through the pages of a folklore novel. The book had been selected entirely at random, something about the illumination along its spine catching her eye and interest. Her friend Edith on the other hand was devouring whatever book she had chosen. She...