RP:Tis The Season

Summary: Elioyahazer and Lanara move into their new home in Cenril and decide to host a private Yule celebration with their family and significant others. Scandal brings his girlfriend Blue, and Talyara brings her boyfriend Krice, while Michael, Eli's father comes along, as well. Their butler, Toothpick, is as drunk as ever, and truly enjoying the party, along with Aspen, Lana's adorable bear cub, that is doling out candies and fruit to make friends. Ornaments are made for the tree, a delicious dinner is served, the yule log is blessed, and presents are exchanged. The evening is filled with love and laughter, and the couple hopes to host this event annually at their home.

Elioyahazer's Gated Home

As the guests arrive at the end of the cobblestone path, they would be greeted by a burly guard, standing behind iron gates that have been decorated with festive wreaths and ribbons. The male has been well informed as to who is expected this evening, and so he ushers those that received an invitation to the private party towards the manor. The knotty oak door is opened by an adorable polar bear cub, wearing a tuxedo with a crimson bowtie, and he hands each guest a candy cane, once their coat is taken from the butler. The lavish home carries the strong scent of cinnamon and pine, and mistletoe hangs above each door frame. Just beyond the foyer is a spacious living room and the glow from the fireplace fills the area with warmth and a romantic atmosphere. A seven foot balsam fir tree rests in a stand filled with fresh water, it’s evergreen leaves bare, and patiently waiting to be adorned with ornaments, garland, and a pagan star. Atop the coffee table sits a box that holds a plethora of art supplies and ceramic balls that are waiting to be doused in paint, glitter, and gems. Before the hearth rests a thick log, coated in holly and berries, with a three candles stuck into the wood. Those that are familiar with the colors of the season would delight in spying a candle in each hue of red, green, and white. An altar has been set up beside the fireplace, though none of the candles have been lit on the small table, or on the yule log, giving the impression that the blessing would come later in the evening. The presents that each person brought are encouraged to be carefully placed beneath the tree, before everyone takes a seat on the leather sofas and mingles.

Lanara descends the center staircase, wearing an elegant hunter green dress which hugs her curves and ends just above her knees, and black high heels. A pearl choker is around her neck, and emerald studs are worn in each lobe, sparkling with her every movement. A faint layer of makeup has been carefully applied to her eyes to accentuate her features, and her lush lips have painted in a sangria hue. Long, chestnut locks have been carefully brushed back and are pinned into place with sprigs of holly, though a single strand has been curled and hangs dramatically beside her right eye. The slight scent of vanilla musk would be noted should any pull the witch in for a hug, as she had applied several dabs to her neck and behind her tapered ears. Lana rests her hand in the crook of Eli’s arm, as the handsome couple pauses halfway down the stairs, and gives a warm smile to the guests that have arrived. “Thank you all for coming to the first event we’re hosting in our new home! It means the world to us that you’re joining us for our Yule celebration, as we’ve planned a memorable evening for our dearest friends and family. The Winter Solstice is the time of greatest darkness, and the shortest day of the year. The Goddess gives birth to a son, and this marks the point of the year when the sun is reborn as well. We welcome this returning light, and hope for a bountiful spring, and an end to the harshness of past days. Blessed Yule!” At the end of her speech, Lana tilts her head to look up at the handsome man at her side, and see if he had anything he wishes to add. Once they have both finished speaking, they head into the living room, and greet their guests in a more personal fashion. Lana immediately seeks out her sister and pulls Taly in for a tight hug, trying not to laugh as Aspen waddles over and shoves a handful of candy canes between their embracing forms. “You look beautiful as ever, Sister! And I think Aspen is trying to say that he’s sweet on you!” She giggles at the cub, and next walks over to greet Krice, Blue, Michael, and Scandal, giving each of them a quick hug and warm wishes.

Elioyahazer and his entrance beside Lanara’s stunning figure is rather mundane. Dressed in a black, double breasted tuxedo with peak lapels. Silver cufflinks that have been carved, bearing the form of a hawk, adorn his wrists and match the single silver buckle upon his black shoes. He was rather excited to wear those rather fancy pleated black pants, and was strutting around in them moments ago, pretending to be some figure of authority. It’s the small things, you know? Regardless, he comes to a stop next to Lanara as she begins her speech, but before he can even begin his own, TP, their rather old and boney butler, runs over to him and fusses with Eli’s tie. Apparently it was crooked. “There you go sir, all better.” He wants to swat the man's hands but leaves him be. With that ordeal over he clears his throat. “As some of you may know, this is my first Yule experience, so don’t mind a few of my oddball questions. I’m sure I’ll have a few.” He produces a broad smile that stretches over his cinnamon kissed skin. “As you’ll notice, there are a few guards around this place, but their presence shouldn’t disturb you. After all, they are only here to ensure our safety.” You are in Cenril folks, and sometimes it’s needed. Thankfully Elioyahazer has learned that some of these events don’t quite go as planned. “I’d like to introduce a couple of people that you will see wandering around.” He points to a well dressed elderly gentleman. “My father, Michael, who gifted this home to Lanara and I.” His hand moves to point at his butler. “And this fellow, who is an alcoholic, and will say the most random things. My butler, who you can call TP or T-ster. Either work just fine. Please feel free to give him the run around this evening.” Why would Eli say that? Well, earlier T-ster drank a bottle of wine that was supposed to be used tonight. They had to procure an entirely new bottle in a hurry. Even Aspen, Lanara’s cute and cuddly bear shakes his head in disgust at TP. It seems that despite the chaos, Elioyahazer and TP are on rather good terms, and that this part of his speech had been created to rib the old fellow. “Blessed Yule, everyone.” Once his own speech has finished he joins the others to actually greet them all.

(Post 1 of 2) Talyara and Krice had arrived outside of Cenril on the back of the warrior’s wyvern Gylworliath. After giving her a brief nuzzle of affection in thanks for the ride, Taly would secure her wrapped gift in her left arm before sliding her right hand in the crook of Krice’s elbow as the pair crossed the bridge into Cenril (where thankfully the magical barrier wasn’t too strong) and walked the towards the gated mansion. As they approach, Taly halts for a moment and admire the large home with wide, green eyes as a low whistle escapes her lips. “It makes my cottage look so -tiny-,” she comments before they continue towards the gate where the burly guard, noting the witch’s familiar appearance, allows her and the warrior to enter. Talyara blinks in surprise as Aspen opens the door, appearing in a dapper tuxedo complete with a bowtie that compliments her own attire perfectly. Taly wears a three quarter length sleeved, crimson dress made of a soft velvet, the hemline falling to her knees. On her feet she wears a simple pair of black heels while her curls have been swept over her right shoulder, secured with a diamond encrusted butterfly hairpin. She wears minimal makeup, just some mascara on her already dark eyelashes to make her emerald eyes pop, and the scent of lavender follows in her wake. As they cross the threshold into the home, Taly, noticing the mistletoe hanging above their heads, would turn her face up towards the silver haired enigma and press a kiss to his cheek before moving down through the foyer towards the spacious and festive living room. The witch allows her hand to fall from the crook of Krice’s arm as she sidles towards the table to examine the ornament decorating station before admiring the Yule Log, which brings a soft smile to her lips. After tucking her present under the tree, Taly takes a seat in a supple, leather sofa for the rest of the guests to arrive and the hosts to make an appearance.

(Post 2 of 2) Talyara looks up when she hears the clack of heels on the staircase and looks up to see the happy couple descending, the younger witch pushing herself to a stand so that she can greet them. Lanara looks as gorgeous as ever, strutting in a form hugging green dress which compliments her dark features quite well. Taly’s emerald eyes shift to Elioyahazer’s form then, her brows rising slightly at his more formal appearance. She was not used to see him dressed so nicely and the witch gives him an approving nod. They looked like they belonged in such a manor as this. And happy. Talyara clasps her hands in front of her body as Lanara recites her little speech and intones “Blessed Yule” in a quiet voice in response. Her attention shifts to her sister’s lover and he adds his own amendment to Lanara’s speech, her gaze shifting to each person as he is introduced. The tidbit about the butler being an alcoholic is met with a slight quirk of her brow; was that meant to be a warning to keep an eye on the man so he couldn’t imbibe? Taly didn’t know about this. Once more Taly chants “Blessed Yule” back to the host before weaving her way towards her sister who is promptly pulled into a tight embrace. She holds Lana closely until Aspen wiggles himself between them, offering up a pawful of candy canes. Taly giggles and accepts them, leaning down to press a sweet kiss atop his head. “Oh please, Lanara, I can never outshine you,” she says with a laugh. “My color looks good on you, though,” she teases her sister with a wink.

Krice paused just outside the gated home as Gylworliath wandered away in search of something to occupy her mind while she waited, his crimson stare on the guards as Talyara's emerald eyes swept upward across the impressive building behind them. He answered her comment of wonderment with a pensive, " I prefer the cottage." He followed in his companion's wake, passing an indifferent stare across Aspen's unfamiliar face--never mind the fact that an animal had just opened the door--before entering the home as invited. Maintaining the bend of his left elbow, the silver-haired warrior kept Talyara at his side with a place onto which she could hook her hand, until such a time as she wished to separate. Dressed in his usual black attire, albeit a pressed silk button-down instead of the average cotton one, and polished boots, the man looked every part as bland at his lady’s side as did Elioyahazer--according to himself. Beneath the mistletoe, Krice received Talyara’s kiss at his cheek and then looked up at the plant; a peculiar pastime, smooching beneath a parasitic plant. At any rate, he dipped down to accept the affection, his eyes lingering on the woman’s face just a moment longer before she slipped away from his side. The silver-haired enigma moved in her wake at an unhurried pace, though not without a speculative sweep of watchful eyes across the expanse of the grand room. Ultimately, he found his way to a spot beside her, standing next to the chair in which she sat herself, his katana idly at his side. He wasn't one for Galas and Yule Balls, least of all extravagant ones; with Lanara dressed to the nines and Elioyahazer at her side in a tuxedo, Krice deemed this quite extravagant. Perhaps he was underdressed? Formalities weren’t his forte. He was silent as Lanara and Elio descended the staircase, listening to their announcement and then watching the subsequent interactions without much flare. The warrior stepped forward when Talyara stood to greet her sister, stiffened when that same sister hugged him - which he tolerated for the sake of peace - and then let his eyes wander across the previously introduced pair; the butler and the dad. Whilst happy interactions ensued around him, Krice was ever watchful, and though he appeared relaxed in his sentinel way, he looked as though he felt a little out of place.

(Post 1 of 2) Scandal had understood ahead of time his need to be present for the upcoming private evening with his newly adopted family. So he had done well to rent a small place in the city the day prior. Blue his girlfriend had chosen to meet up with him despite what had happened on the previous trip and with him giving her a well deserved kick in the arse for her behavior towards him. She was still sassy, but it felt like she had improved somewhat, a little more mellowed out. As he walked with her down towards the meeting place. He took observation of the area and the surrounding land. His gaze soon meeting a wyrm and the guard who directed them towards the door.

(Post 2 of 2) The entrance under the door was much more easier than previously estimated. Partly on the count that he had gone out of his way and through some pains to manage a 6’ 6” height. He wore a white turtleneck sweater, long-sleeved, and a pair of light brown pants. Being the dragon he was he couldn’t do anything about his feet, and had chosen to wipe the well before entering, Blue on the other hand had butchered yet another set of clothing, or at least that's how Scandal thought of it. It wasn’t atrocious, but she had taken a pair of black leggings and sewn a sleeve from a shirt on the back end for her tail to slip through, and wore a pair of black socks that came up to her knees. She also wore a woolen shirt, which she had cut to expose the upper part of bust, and to reveal some of her hourglass shaped waist, she had then sewn a band of flannel to cover up the loose threaded areas. She looked comfy, even if maybe to Scandal just a little so, it felt a little more homemade. In Scandal’s own hands he held the present he had brought, and as an extra favor a bottle of sarsaparilla which if there was any available would make a fine hard apple cider. It seemed he and Blue were the last to arrive. Glancing up the staircase and listening to his sister and Sandman, gosh he need to find out his friends real name at some point, they were getting to be closer related, so it only make sense, to know it. He also smiles at Taly who looks as gorgeous as a sister could be, as did his other sister. He made note of the crimson eyed gentleman, and gave a nod and motion to how he Scandal was dressed and Blue, as an attempt to relax the man. “Sands, good to see you again.” Passing an eyed acknowledgment to it and brushing one side of his own head as motion to the ears, and a mild nod, like a silent mention to what they went through not long ago. “Lana.” Giving his sister a hug, and then Taly whom he also hugged and offered a hand to the fellow she was with along with the elder gentleman of Sands. He motioned to Blue not to give the sasparilla to the butler.

Lanara finds it amusing that she was wearing Taly’s color, and Taly was wearing crimson, the color which Lana owned a plethora of items in, as it went well with her skin tone. It seems that the two sisters were often in each others mindset! Lana wears a wicked grin as she gently elbows Taly in the side, her chocolate hues sparkling with mischief. What was the elder sister up to on this time?! “Sister… It’s been brought to my attention from Emilia, at our last guild meeting, that she thinks you’re worthy of a title higher than a mere recruit. I couldn’t agree more… Though, you will have to earn your place. Perhaps you can be our Secretary? A mistress of words? If this appeals to you, I have an initiation task and I’d be happy to discuss with you.” A glimmer of amusement is forced away, as she fights to maintain a perfect poker face. “There’s a Yule Ball coming up in the next few weeks, and it will be held at Frostmaw Fort. Since you live nearby, it’s truly not that much of a trek. I have picked out a lovely outfit for you to wear, however, you must sit where I tell you, for the duration of the event. In a sense… You will be an elf on a shelf. It’s festive and the kids will love it!” Of course she’s leaving out the skimpy bikini Talyara would have to wear, and the fact that the shelving is made of ice, and in the middle of the center stage, entirely on display for everyone to see. “Oh, Aspen, darling! How kind of you to bring Krice a snack!” Lana’s smirk intensifies as the cub drops an orange on Krice’s lap, looking up at him with those kohl eyes that show he has a wisdom that no ordinary pet would possess. Was he privy to the romance betwixt the witch and the enigma? Lanara glances over at Eli as she plucks a quartz from the box and ties a ribbon around it, making a pretty ornament that would reflect all the colors in the room. “You look so handsome, Sandman. You clean up nice in those fancy pants and buckled shoes.” She winks, and precisely at that moment, realizes there’s mistletoe hanging over their heads. “Oh! Look!” Pointing up, she waits for her ex-assassin to plant a hopefully far from chaste kiss to her lush lips. After the possible lip locking moment, she would move on to painting a reindeer on one of the balls, mimicking her pet, Rude-Off.

Elioyahazer is rather amused with his previous speech still, while Tp continues to fuss about it in the corner. True to Elioyahazers words though, his butler already had a rather tall glass of wine within his boney hands; sipping away merrily. When he approaches Scandal he offer him a firm handshake. “Good to see you too and thanks for coming,” please don’t mention the Vailkrin trip to Lana today. He hopes that his direct eye contact delivers those unspoken thoughts. Elioyahazer simply offers a nod to Krice, the ever stoic and quiet individual. However, even Michael stood nearby trying his best to put together ornaments like everyone else. The desert born turns his attention to those who have gathered around and is watching how they put theirs together. Finally he gives in and fumbles with a few of the decorations, trying to combine them all into something that he’s never seen. In the end, he is successful, but a child might have done better. “Why thank you Ma’dam. You look rather ravishing yourself.” He dons his best snub-nosed rich person tone, which is awful, yet funny. “I think I look ridiculous honestly, but hey why not go all out.” When Lanara points out that mistletoe he does respond as she hoped. Placing a kiss upon her tender lips that is far from chaste; in fact it probably should have been reserved for a more private setting. Who cares? Certainly not him.

Krice could hear Lanara's coy little tone as she addressed Talyara, and his eyes swiveled toward the two sisters to observe their interaction. Another prank from older sister to young. Joy. The look he leveled on Lanara was on the surface seemingly neutral, but his eyes harboured displeasure. His focus was only disrupted by the feeling of something hitting his polished left boot--since he was standing--and he glanced down, spotting the little cub in front of him. And an orange peel atop his foot. Lovely. " Thanks," the warrior mumbled at length, crouching to give the animal a contradictory affectionate pat before retrieving the orange from his shoe and moving away to deposit it somewhere less messy. Like on the edge of a plate left out for discards. Krice also granted a reciprocating nod of greeting to Eliyohazer. He also did not shake Scandal's hand, but offered a nod.

Talyara returns her brother’s hug and steps aside as he moves to shake Krice’s hand. “Have you two ever properly met? Krice this is my adoptive brother Scandal and his date Blue. Scandal, Blue this is my…” Taly gives the warrior a sideways glance. He was a private guy and she always wanted to respect that. Would he be okay with her sharing the minor details of their relationship? “This is my Krice,” she says with a smile. The witch sits down and takes in the art supplies before her and opts to work on an ornament, a pretty snowflake, when Lanara elbows her causing the younger witch’s hand to jerk and the glitter, which she had been carefully pouring, to spill all over the coffee table and rug. Good luck getting that out! With an exasperated sigh, Taly turns to her sister and narrows her gaze. “No, I wouldn’t mind being secretary…” she mutters in a voice that clearly says she’s suspicious. She waits for Lanara to elaborate and when she does her eyes narrow even more to near slits. This initiation sounds -too- easy. There has to be a catch. The witch weighs the possibility in her mind, but she couldn’t see how her sister could cause her bodily injury in a fort full of warriors and guests and seeing as she currently resided in the fort, she couldn’t exactly deny going. Eventually, Taly gives a slow nod of her head. “Fine…” What was her sister up to? Turning back the ornament station, Taly takes up a copper colored bauble and begins to decorate it as one of Lanara’s faithful companions. At first, it looks like it will be decorated as a plain old reindeer but the younger witch is quick to add a scowl and a rude hand gesture to distinguish who it really is—Rude Off. Talyara would pause in her handiwork to look up at Krice before reaching out to take his hand and give it a little squeeze. She knew this type of event wasn’t really his style, but she appreciated the effort he made on her behalf.

Scandal eyes motioned to Sandman that he wouldn't say a word. "I brought some Sarsaparilla, makes some good cider sometime, and a present, for wherever your storing them right now." He said handing both. With his sister Talyara present and pulling out of her hug, he is properly introduced to Krice, and even while the hand is not accepted, he does give a formal nod to the man, understanding some don't like to touch. Blue meanwhile is a little less courteous but a small squeeze of the hand makes her, smile and nod. "A pleasure to meet the he in your relations." she said, casting then a glare at Scandal. Who had a glare of his own directed back at her.

Lanara leans back from their kiss, somewhat breathless, and her cheeks flooding a crimson so vivid that it matches her sister's dress. It was the -perfect- kiss, and desiring to spread the love of the season, she snatches a sprig of mistletoe from the mantle and approaches the back of the sofa. Lana winks at Eli, as she holds the mistletoe directly over the two that are decorating their ornaments. The forms of Talyara and Krice. Ever the meddling older sister, she giggles, hoping to draw their attention to the kissing plant. Whether the two kiss or not, she eventually moves over to Scandal and Blue, to wiggle the sprig over their shoulders, as they are so much taller than her, and she can’t reach up to their heads. “Blue, your outfit is lovely! I wore similar attire when I worked in Rynvale.” As a stripper. Though she keeps mum about that part, not wanting to offend her brother’s girlfriend during a holiday party. “How are you doing, Scandal? I made an ornament of your –favorite- reindeer!” Giggling, Lana falls silent, her eyes growing wide, as she catches Aspen readying to hurl an orange on Krice’s head. She quickly closes the distance between them and snatches the fruit from his paw, “No… Sweetie, you can roll it? Would that be better?” The cub gives a slow nod, before he tries to bowl with the orange, aiming at Krice’s boot.

Elioyahazer takes the items from Scandal and sets them aside for later. When he turns his gaze back to Lanara, he finds that she is holding a mistletoe over the heads of Krice and Taly. It seems that she wanted all of the happy couples to follow suit. "Kiss," A chant breaks out, backed by Elioyahazer, Michael, TP, and even a few of the surrounding guards; which continues when she moves to Scandal and Blue as well. The question is, would they?

Scandal smiles and nods as the he and Blue move to the couch. Just as Lanara is passing the mistletoe over their heads. Scandal looked at Blue and only briefly hesitated, not sure how everyone was going to react but he moved quick. Turning his head and she hers so that their jaws interlocked and their tongues met hidden by their teeth. It was awkward to think about sometimes as Scandal had spent a long time trying to figure out how to perfect a kiss in this form, but it seemed to work well, especially since he drew from what he remembered of how dragons kissed, at least in his time. When he pulled back his tongue retreating from her mouth into his before they undid their jaw lock. He smiled at Lanara as best he could, and nodded, likely knowing what she meant. Blue However took pride in her work and said, "Thank you, tailors these days just don't make that many clothing choices for us non humanoids." Scandal did cringe remembering the reindeer, and said to Lana, "Looks just like him." He said through his teeth. Those two did not get along at all.

Krice 's eyes drifted over toward Talyara following her hesitating introduction. When she settled on 'my Krice', the slightest of smirks touched the corner of his mouth. Charming. He greeted Blue and Scandal similarly before Talyara turned away to play with ornaments - something he seemed mildly interested enough to watch, but not entirely understanding of it. And then another orange hit his boot and he looked down to see a larger section of fruit up against the side. The warrior grunted but turned his attention to Lanara, and then Elioyahazer. After a brief glance at the younger witch, he lifted a finger to indicate the mistletoe with the rigid digit. " What is the point of this?" He mumbled to the older witch, pointedly ignoring the chants.

Scandal also informs Lana, "I am doing wellish," He motions silently to Blue, who gets up to find some hard liquor.

Lanara narrows her eyes at Krice, clearly disappointed that her meddling had the opposite effect, as she was hopeful that her sister wouldn’t be snubbed of affection. The sprig is wiggled once more over their heads, “Tis the season, Krice! Lovers are supposed to kiss beneath the plant when it’s hung over their heads! Shall I give a demonstration?” She winks at Eli, knowing he’d be game, should the enigma still hold confusion. Meanwhile, Scandal and Blue are sharing a pretty intense kiss, and the faintest of blushes rises in Lana’s cheeks. It was her -brother- kissing a jersher, and it was a tad strange to witness.

Talyara feels her cheeks flush with a heat as Lana and Elio begin to chant for the couples to kiss and Scandal and Blue lock themselves in a passionate embrace. She gives Krice an apologetic look and flicks her gaze up to the green plant. “It’s tradition,” she explains with a small shrug. “When you end up under the mistletoe with someone you’re supposed to kiss them. You don’t have to,” she adds, giving the silver haired enigma’s hand another squeeze before turning to glare at her meddling sister.

Krice 's fingers flexed around Talyara's hand and he drew her in, though slowly enough for her to retreat if she wished. With the woman presumably standing before him, he released her hand to slide his arm around her waist, his other palm lifting to the curve of her right cheek. After a moment spent to murmur something above her lips, he closed his mouth over hers in a lingering kiss that, for just a moment, seemed prolonged past the point of his awareness of anyone else.

Elioyahazer finds that things didn't go as Lanara had planned. There was no need to continue the whole ordeal and rile anyone up over the act. Had Eli not been informed earlier what a mistletoe was, he probably would have looked at her with an odd expression too. When Scandal and his partner follow suit Eli claps, with a mild smirk etched over his features. It was almost time for dinner, and a server comes out to collect everyone and usher them on into the dinning room.

Scandal swallows realizing the kiss was more than he intended, and had not meant for it to look so intense. Like Blue who must have noticed this before he did, he gets up from his chair, and moves around the brazier. waiting for the dinner call.

The long dining room table has been set for eight, with polished silverware, and tapered candles to provide the perfect ambiance. A ninth setting consists of a small bowl atop a plate, and a high chair pulls out from the table, obviously the desired seat for the well-dressed bear cub. The food had been catered by the legendary Chef Gordyn Whamsey, and his team of servers had been hired to tend to the diners, filling everyone’s plates and glasses with their desired food and drink. The platters seem to be never ending, and are fitting for this festive occasion, with the signature dishes being pumpkin soup, candied cashew and pear salad, pork roulade with sausage and pistachios, maple butter mashed sweet potatoes, and creamed brussel sprouts. A variety of beverages are offered ranging from an everyday ale, to the finest wines in the realm, as well as a fresh batch of spiced cider or spiked eggnog. Once everyone has been served and offered as many helpings as they wish, the plates would be cleared, and there would be a ten minute breather, before the dessert is brought out. This time platters are arranged neatly in the center of the table, so that the guests can pick and choose which they prefer, as they are likely stuffed from dinner. The traditional desserts of Yule being served on this evening are caraway cakes soaked in cider, roasted apples, plum pudding, gingerbread cookies, and a tray of sliced fresh fruit.

Lanara enters the dining room and chooses a seat at the left head of the table, whereas Eli would be directed to sit across from her, at the opposite end. Before she sits, the witch lifts Aspen into her arms and secures him in the high chair, even going as far as tying a small bib around his furry neck so he wouldn’t soil his suit. The cub is delighted when his soup arrives, and he although he noisily slurps, he has the best of manners for the duration of dinner. Lana takes dainty bites, not wanting to ruin her appetite, because she knows what is coming for dessert and she’s been known to have quite a sweet tooth. Every so often she glance Taly’s way, delighted that Krice had kissed her and she was a witness. It was about damn time, in her opinion! Lana also can’t get over her brother’s interactions with Blue, though she’s proud he’s found someone, even if she is a tad too sassy. Michael and Toothpick earn a warm smile, as she lifts her glass of wine and gives a short and sweet toast, “To family and friendship, may they last forever. Blessed Yule!”

Elioyahazer enters the dining room whilst Michael, TP and a few of the guards clap over each couples chosen display of affection; taking his seat nearby Lanara, not the head of the table. Why would he choose to sit so far away? Michael and Toothpick however, sit directly across from them; in the spot Lanara originally indicated for Eli. His mutated eyes, afflicted with sectoral heterochromia, shift to the bib she places on Aspen and the bowl of soup. He still finds it ridiculous that a carnivorous bear sat at his table eating soup, instead of raw meat. However, these things draw a smile to his face. That silly cub and he had some rather fond memories. Like tennis with onions. He finds himself nodding as Lanara gives her toast and responds “Blessed Yule.” When his own food arrives Eli doesn’t pick at it. Rather, it seems that any form of manners imbued within the desert born are gone entirely. Surely he’s dressed for a fancy affair, but he’s in good company and dives right in. Using the salad fork for meat, and his dinner fork for the salad. Obviously the utensils needed for the meals would be -closest- to him, right? He finds out that he’s rather wrong when one of Whamsey’s servers chuckles at him, and points out his mistake.

Scandal believing to take the right hand side from the head of the table as where the men would sit Scandal chose the end of the table to afford himself the much needed elbow room. Blue likewise followed in suit taking the left side like Lana had. Oddly enough Scandal's choices during the meal contrasted differently to Blue's. Blue seemed prompt to pile on the meat, while Scandal was careful to balance everything, taking sample sizes from each of the foods presented, and eating them with plenty of manners. While Blue slurped up the meats. Scandal's silver blood filled his face with embarrassment. He thought to himself, ‘only a week more, if there are no eggs then, then out she goes’. Obviously Scandal’s arrangement with her was certainly less than love, which made him yearn for his own freedom from her, in some ways he hoped she wouldn't have eggs as that meant that he wasn't compatible with her, and he argued a biological incompatibility. If of course she didn't beat him to it. Blue meanwhile had been playing this game for awhile deceiving him and keeping him unaware that she was digging for gold so to speak. Scandal chose a fine wine to pair with his meal and sat quietly only to raise a glass for the toasts and then to toast Gordyn when he entered the room, the two of whom had worked out their differences in style of cooking. Which was responded with friendly insult.

Talyara blinks up at Krice when he draws her to him, raising a curious brow as his hand cups her cheek and her murmurs above her lips. She, of course, returns the kiss, flushing an even brighter shade red which clashes with her dress, but smiles at the warrior all the same when their embrace breaks. She takes Krice’s hand in her own when the guests are called to dinner, and only relinquishes her grip once they had taken their seats at the table, seemingly unsurprised at the fact that Aspen wouldn’t just be joining them, but would be seated at the table in a highchair. The younger witch was quite surprised to learn that the infamous Gordyn Whamsey was catering the event—she’d hadn’t heard naught an expletive coming from the kitchen! Taly admires the various platters of food and in the moment she is glad she had started eating again—everything looked divine! “Blessed Yule!” she calls before, eyeing one of her favorite food dishes, she immediately scoops some mashed sweet potatoes on her plate followed by a piece of pork and some obligatory brussel sprouts. Lanara knew Taly had despised them since their childhood but it seemed rude not to partake, plus she didn’t want to awaken the wrath of Whamsey. While still much healthier than she had been, the witch is content with a single plateful and politely sips from her wine as the others partake in their supper. Once dinner is cleared away and dessert brought out, Talyara straightens to examine their options. Always having a love for apples, the witch is quite excited to see the baked dessert and she eagerly digs in, adding some fresh berries from the fruit platter as well.

Krice had no idea who this chef was, nor was he remotely clued in to the various status symbols or name-dropping that seemed to surround these festivities. Cenril; full of 'high society' people. He pressed his lips together following Talyara's kiss and moved with her to the table, drawing her chair out to invite her to sit. Taking up his place at her side only once the other women present had been seated, the warrior positioned his katana to hang at an angle along the side of his chair facing inward, thus not an obstacle to anyone walking behind him. He was silent as he ate, his movements efficient and methodical - eating for the need of it, rather than for any enjoyment. Upon time for toast, the warrior lifted his glass as did everyone else but didn't partake of the liquid therein thereafter, lowering the glass once more to the table top. Upon dessert time, he noticed Talyara's choice of the apples and adopted a genuine half-smile as he decided the same for himself, eating quietly.

Once dinner has subsided, and everyone had their share of dessert and drinks, they all are encouraged to return to the living room to open their presents.

Lanara :: The present that Lana had selected for the unknown recipient is a neatly wrapped box, about two feet high, and has an impossibly large crimson bow on top. The witch waits, delighted as Scandal plucks her box from the pile and excitedly unwraps it, to feast his eyes on the prize inside. Shifting aside the tissue paper he’d come across six hangers, though these aren’t ordinary coat hangers that one can place in their closet and confuse with the others. These are -magical- hangers, having been enchanted so that when an article of clothing is draped onto them, they are immediately dry cleaned. All stains would be erased, any wrinkles would be ironed out, and the fabric would smell freshly laundered. It may seem like a cheap gift, though the enchantment was worth every bit of the gold for the half dozen hangers. “I hope you like it, Brother!”

Elioyahazer || Krice would be approached by TP, carrying a smaller present, who hands it off to the stoic warrior. The gift presented by Elioyahazer has been professionally wrapped up in green, white and red. Decorated with a sprinkle of glitter and a giant silver bow; the bow is nearly bigger than the box itself. There is a single note scribbled over the card, which reads good luck! Once the item in question has been opened, its revealed to be nothing more than a well crafted, metal rubix cube. However, its titled ‘Gag-gift’ for those brainiacs who like to solve everything. Supposedly, one of the colors has intentionally been placed in the wrong spot; it can never be solved by conventional means.

Talyara’s gift was wrapped very elegantly in some red, metallic paper, topped with a golden hued bow and sprig of holly. It is a smallish box, not overly large, but looking as innocuous as ever. She grins to herself as the Sandman selects her parcel and waits for him to open the gift. Most people, save for Lanara, are unaware that the younger witch is a rather accomplished seamstress, having taken up yarn work and sewing at a rather young age. For her gift, Taly knitted her recipient a lovely Yule sweater. But not just -any- Yule sweater. No. Among the lands there had been a new trend of wearing the most ridiculous and tacky sweaters imaginable. And Talyara had done just that. The main sweater was knit from a pale blue yarn completely with white puffs to replicate snowflakes, but the front was adorned with an appliqué of a reindeer. Not just any reindeer, of course, for it was Rude Off! Talyara had even gone so far as to enchant the sweater so that it not only flashed obnoxiously with bursts of colorful light, but also uttered swears and insults to whomever wore it. As Elio takes the sweater out to look upon it, the fabric-Rude Off would scoff in disgust. “What’re you looking at moron?! At least now you’re ugly face will look good!” Talyara, pleased that her enchantment had worked, dissolves into a fit of giggles. “It looks good on you, Eggbeater!” she manages to choke out.

Krice accepted the gift from TP and glanced toward Elioyahazer, but not long enough to meet his gaze. His own present was gifted to Talyara, a small box wrapped in silver-sheen film and decorated with a modest, white bow. Within was a gold bauble, wrapped by a single equator of crystal. Upon noting the rubix cube in his own gift, the warrior lowered the box to the table and began to turn the strange contraption. He had never seen such a thing before, but it clearly held his attention. For a little while, at least.

Scandal watched as lana picked up the gift box that was wrapped in green flashy paper. As she tore it open the top of the box would open by itself revealing two stuffed animals. The first one being a snow leopard all cute and cuddly. The other represented what Sandman might have been as one. "They are enchanted, so that if you are ever apart, and you feel alone, you feel each other, as if they were there with you."

Lanara bursts into a fit of contagious giggles at the gift that Eli receives from Taly, as it couldn’t be more fitting. Little did her sister know, but the reindeer had been banned from entering their home, as he had caused destruction the last time he visited. The plethora of expletives that emanate from the shirt have everyone doubling over in laughter, though Lana’s giggles come to an abrupt end as she plucks the snow leopard stuffed animal from the box. “Ooh! Ahh! It’s so beautiful.” Tears prick at her eyes, threatening to spill onto her cheeks, as a feline was what Lana considered to be her spirit animal. Ever since Taylor left her side, she’d never bonded with another cat in the same way, though perhaps one day she’d adopt a snow leopard similar to this one. “It’s perfect!” Wearing an expression of gratitude, she smiles at Scandal, “Thank you!”

Elioyahazer finds himself coming to a full stand, holding this freaking -amazing- sweater out before everyone with a bright grin on his face. His features twist up in wonder. The damn thing even had a glow. Wait a minute. He turns his gaze to Talyara. “It even sounds like that foul-mouthed little devil.” He’s laughing to himself over this gift, and pulls his jacket off and dons the sweater, but halfway through, the enchantment springs to life. “Hey, someone call the town guard, this pricks trying to climb inside of me.” Finally his head pops through in a fit of laughter. “This will be awesome practice.” He turns to Lanara and points, “Look he made it onto a shirt!” He knew she might remember his comment about Rude-Off not being able to make it to tryouts. A personal fight they had, which he finds rather appropriate right now. But when his gaze meets the gift that Scandal had given, the picture of a squirrel lights up for Elioyahazer’s spirit animal.

Talyara watches Krice as he begins to turn his metallic gift, a small smile splayed on her lips, the warrior looking quite endearing in the witch’s eyes. When a small package is handed to her she takes it and unwraps the small box to find a beautiful gold bauble wrapped in crystal. Small, elegant, beautiful. Talyara gently nudges Krice to garner his attention and smiles sweetly up at him. “Thank you, it’s lovely.” Maybe he would allow her a small yuletide tree in their shared room? As the faux-Rude Off continues shouting his expletives as Sandman dons the sweater, Talyara cannot help but look his way. “I’m glad you like it!”

Scandal smiles and nods at Lanara, "Thanks this will surely help with my larger clothes." Though Blue looks at them in a different way. Scandal smiled, his hand on Blue's leg squeezing with a glare that could kill a caribou, "Looks like the devil Mr. Sands."

Lanara :: After the excitement of opening presents dies down, everyone focuses their attention on the Yule tree. Lana motions to Blue and Scandal to begin wrapping the garland around the tree, while she pins big red bows on various vines. Everyone’s ornaments have fully dried from being painted moments before, and are resting on an end table beside the tree. A five-pointed star has been made from ivory bark and Lana lifts Aspen into her arms so that he can rest it at the very top. The cub struggles for a moment, clearly needing more height than his mistress can offer, and they both turn their heads to glance at Michael. “Hey, Michael? Would you mind holding up Aspen, so he can place the tree topper?” The witch seems to be a little uneasy asking Eli’s father for assistance, as they hardly knew each other, but she’s warming up to the male and wants him to feel included. Plus, he’s nearly a foot taller than her, and Aspen was wonderful with everyone, so there shouldn’t be an incident. Calling over Taly, the witch lowers her voice, and points to the Yule log, “Sister? Would you mind leading us in the blessing of the log?”

Elioyahazer goes silent when it comes time to continue the festivities further, which is great cause his shirt chimes in once more. “Hey *BEEP*, even if you go silent I know you’re still there, sicko.” Even if others might find this thing an embarrassment, he does not. Michael give Lanara a smile and a nod, stooping low to pick the adorable cub up and hold him high into the air. It’s a good thing that’s he’s a healthy man or he might have thrown his back out picking up the cub like that. Regardless, Aspen does his job, and finds himself set back down. Elioyahazer scoots up close to Lanara, only for his shirt to scream at him again. “Don’t you touch her creep!” What a great way to spend the holidays right?

Scandal works with blue, or rather he works alone while blue sits and drinks back what was that eighteenth glass of hard liquor? As he wraps the garland, he reaches for his pocket, pulling out a small ornament, of his own, a small bell of an unknown design, he places it within the garland, hoping to leave it here, and not take it with him, sometimes it’s best to leave the past in the past.

Lanara beams with pride as her cub manages to perfectly place the star, and as he’s lowered, he wraps his paws around Michael’s neck in a loving bear hug. It’s a touching moment, as though he were accepting the male as his future grandfather. Lana is starting to grow emotional, as she often does around the holidays, and she holds her hand out to Eli, only for his shirt to verbally insult the ex-assassin. Laughing, the elf coils her arm around Eli, for a brief hug, though she can tell she’s needed at her sister’s side to light the log, and after a moment she leaves the man and his father, side by side, standing before the tree. Perhaps there would be a father and son bonding moment?

Talyara stands to join the others in the decorating festivities when Krice draws her to the side where they speak in hushed whispers for a few moments.The witch gives him a knowing smile although there is a slight disappointment that she cannot hide in her emerald eyes.The warrior would then approach the hosts and incline his head in apology, stating he needed to take his leave but thanking them for a lovely evening. Doing his best to avoid another Lanara embrace, Krice would place a kiss to Taly’s cheek before seeing himself out. Clearing her throat, the younger witch moves towards the tree once more when Lana intercepts her and invites her to lead them blessing of the Yule Log. Talyara is honored to be asked and of course she will oblige. Smiling at the other guests she holds up her hands, palms pointed towards the heavens, a silent call for attention. Once the chatter had died away, Taly would speak in a strong, clear voice. “May the magick of this season bless you and your loved ones with an abundance of love and happiness. May this solstice provide guidance to a bountiful new season where we may reap the rewards. May cool air remind us that even during this dormant time, warmer moments are yet to come. May we enjoy this evening, amongst friends and family, as we await the Son’s return to us.” Talyara extends a hand towards her sister, inviting the animal empath to join her with a smile. The sisters would ignite two white tapered candles in order to light the tri-colored ones in the Yule Log. As Lana and Taly do this they would chant in unison, “May the log burn, may the Wheel turn, may the evil spurn, may the sun return.”

Lanara is silent as Taly blesses the yule log, focusing on the flame that rests beyond the birch, before she takes her sisters hand and they light the trio of candles in unison. “May the log burn, may the Wheel turn, may the evil spurn, may the sun return… Blessed Be.” The blessing concludes, and she pulls the younger witch into her arms for a heartfelt embrace, “I love you, Taly. Blessed Yule! I’m so happy that we can spend this day together with our family and significant others.” Giving her a gentle squeeze, she looks to the door as Krice exits, knowing at once that their magic must have had a lasting effect on the male, as he bore a sensitivity to such things. Lana isn’t the least bit offended that he had to depart early, though she inclines her head in the direction of the tree, hoping to distract her sister with the festivities. “Come. Let’s decorate this bad boy!” Her other hand is extended to Eli, and she pulls him over to the tree, as well, pointing to all the higher limbs that she cannot reach, “I may need your help putting ornaments on those…”

Elioyahazer had never been privy to such words. Nor had he correlated such thoughts about the sun. About how it’s presence had been waning and will only grow stronger; days will grow longer. He finds himself nodding to the sisters once the Yule log has been lit. Even Rude-Off, in sweater form, knew better than to chime in. Eventually Lanara’s hand is reaching for him, and pulling him towards the tree. “Don’t stumble Jackass,” his shirt chimes in again. “Alright, what should we put up top?” Elioyahazer offers Lanara a grin. He would spend the next while placing decorations with her direction. His sweater chiming in here and there with random obscenities.

Talyara returns Lanara’s embrace, pressing her palms against her sister’s shoulder blades as she turns her cheek against her shoulders. “I love you more, Lana. Blessed Yule!” The sisters hadn’t shared an intimate Yule like this since they were children and to be able to share it with their significant others and adopted brother, so this night meant quite a lot to the pair of them. Once the embrace breaks and Lana tugs her towards the tree she chuckles and begins to hang some ornaments. Realizing she doesn’t know Scandal’s girlfriend well, the younger witch turns her attention her way. “So, Blue. If I may, what are your intentions with our brother?”

Scandal is silent during the blessing. Namely due to the fact he wasn't a witch and, if he actually applied magic to it, he had no idea what would happen. So he sat holding a glass of spiced wine. His eyes casting to Sands's shirt. "You know..." DRAGON JERK ALERT!!! Scandal rolls his eyes as the shirt screams. "I figured that was coming." Blue snickered now of course finally feeling the the effects of the alcohol, hiccuping. "Sounds like the deer I wanna meet..." Scandal’s face twists to mortification and places a hand over his eyes. "Sijiqu." He mutters a word that no longer had meaning but had in his day, and maybe one day someone would be horrified by what he said, but likely it wouldn't be today.

Blue looks at the Taly and smiles. "Oh I plan on sticking with him until I deliver him some chicks." She didn't look pregant, and she certainly didn't look like she was going to be either. "He buys me stuff, and he takes me to meet all of you, sweet things." She says with her sassy voice, but casting a very bad vibe about her that likely others could pick up on.

Elioyahazer casts a weary glance towards Blue, and remembers the night he poisoned her with a potion and forced her into a magical slumber. "Did you ever figure out why you slept for so long, Blue?" Elioyahazer looks to Scandal once and smiles, knowing he would recall the recent memory as well.

Lanara quirks a brow at Eli’s question, seeing the grin he gives to her brother, recalling the sudden narcolepsy that Blue had come down with on their trip to Rynvale. “I do hope you’re feeling better.” It had seemed odd that she slept for several days, through the sharknado, and had only woken up yesterday. Was she under the effect of a sleeping draught?

Talyara ’s eyes widen in surprise at Blue’s initial words and her green eyes skirt to the woman’s abdomen before sharing a look with her sister where the two would likely begin to giggle. Clearing her throat and attempting to keep her tone even, Taly turns back to Blue her eyes narrowing slightly. “Well, I’m sure I speak for Lanara and myself when I say that if we find out your intentions are ill towards our brother, we will take care of you ourselves.” All of this is spoken with the sweetest of smiles and the younger witch would lean towards the woman for emphasis. “Got it?” While her expression didn’t waver, there was a certain heat behind her eyes.

Lanara is unable to hide the satisfied smirk on her face, as Taly delivers a threat to Blue. She may deliver a cruel punch to ones throat, but TKO Taly was not one to be toyed with, either!

Elioyahazer || From out of nowhere TP stumbles into the main room with everyone else, holding an ornament that he made as well. “If you don’t mind Lioness,” He looks to her and smiles, squeezing into the space between Eli and herself. “Look what I created.” Within his hands is a grumpy seagull he has aptly named Elioyahazer. Perhaps she would remember what this particular item is in reference too. Without further word, he hangs it and steps aside. Michael however, bids farewell to everyone, and leaves. When Taly delivers her threat, Eli points to an empty space along the giant walls of this room. “I know a good taxidermist. Could have you mounted up there.” He further threatens Blue. He knows what kind of a pain she’s been to Scandal.

Scandal returned a grateful small smile to Sandman, he sent a mental note to him of thanks you got anymore though? If the man laughed he would just should share in the laugh, and say Sands was just making a face they had laughed about from their sharknado excursion. He smiles more broadly though when he overhears his sisters plotting. Blue though must not have been very experienced, because she wasn’t taking the full hint, at least not yet. "Oh I think it was probably that cabin boy." She doesn't say anything more but Scandal’s face pales. That cabin boy had gone missing on the return journey.

Elioyahazer suddenly remembers Scandal’s comments from that boat trip. And his partners want to eat him. I see. Eli looks at Scandal with a frown - Do you want me to snap her neck for you? At least that's what Scandal might see from his gaze.

Lanara goes hysterical at the ornament that TP has designed for the tree, and the rest seem to pale in comparison. “It’s PERFECT!” She cackles, clapping her hands, and hugging the butler tightly around the middle. He’s a bit tipsy, and nearly toppled into the tree, though the witch gives him a firm tug in the opposite direction. Nothing was spoiling this night! As Michael heads out, Lana hesitates, though she gives him a chaste kiss to the cheek and thanks him for coming to their event. It was his home that he had given to Eli, after all, and it was only right to show gratitude. The relationship with the elder Krawft was still strained all around, but Lana was trying, and hoped that Eli would one day follow suit.

Scandal eyes back at Eli, passing a similar gaze. - I tried, her bones don't work the normal way. He bid the elder Michael adiu and smiled at the comment about taxidermist. He could see Blue like that, or a nice throw rug, or maybe even a, nah that was taking it too far. but still making her into a holiday stocking to hang by the fire might be handy.

Elioyahazer stops his prodding threats and pulls a rather familiar bottle from his pockets, handing it to Scandal for later use. Once those two got home, he would be able to offer her more sleeping potion. Get himself a few more days rest. With a smile, he turns back to the tree and decorating it. Missing the seagull entirely.

Lanara spends the next while conversing with Blue and Scandal, decorating the tree with Taly and Eli, and laughing over the insult blaring shirt. She looks sad to see the event dwindling down, and the night coming to an end, though she knows that Scandal and Blue have to fly back to Venturil, and Krice and Talyara live all the way out in Frostmaw. There was no way she could offer them a place to stay for the night, as this party was planned last minute, and she had to be at the sanctuary bright and early to train some of the new volunteers. Plus, she was looking forward to spending some alone time with Eli, as she wanted to put all that mistletoe to good use! Aspen is sipping at the cider, and from the looks of things, the cub is about to have a major sugar crash. Lana exchanges a look with Toothpick, and the butler gives her a nod, before hoisting the cub into his arms and depositing him on a bed in one of the guest rooms. Once everyone has retrieved their present and belongings, Lana stands beside Eli and cuddles up against his side, addressing those gathered. “Thank you all so much for coming to our Yule celebration, we were so happy to host, and we hope to make this an annual thing at our home!” Her lush lips curve into a silken smile, as she locks eyes with Taly across the room, as they relished in sharing their high holidays in each others presence. As the room begins to clear, Lana would hand each person a small stocking filled with cookies that she had baked during the week, and give them a parting hug, whispering, “Blessed Yule” in each of their ears.

Eli produces a broad grin which reveals his ivory teeth and offers each and everyone a wave of his hand. He knows Scandal would finally have a few more days of peace. If he had need for more, well, he’d have to buy them next time. Those things aren’t cheap! When Lanara cuddles up against his side, he wraps and arm around her to hold her close. “Thanks for joining us this evening,” He mimics Lanara quite well in these moments. His thoughts stumble however, when she starts handing off those stockings filled with cookies, and eyes her once. Wondering if those cookies were the hard bricks she and TP were throwing at each other? The sandman visibly shakes his head, remembering those were all thrown out. “Safe travels!” Truthfully he couldn’t wait to go back to pretending he was some important, visiting diplomat; holding a comb up to his lips as if it were a mustache and verbally jesting with his butler. In truth Elioyahazer might seem childlike, but these things were all new too him. Of course, once the fun of his fancy pleated pants wore off, he’d likely enjoy the night with his girlfriend, Lanara. Perhaps have a little more wine.

Talyara spends the remainder of the evening shooting hidden glares in Blue’s direction, laughing at the ridiculous knitted sweater Eli wears, and reminiscing with Lanara about Yuletide traditions from when they were children. The night continues in a blur of drink and merriment but soon the festivities are winding down. The younger witch had a long journey home, even on the back of Gylworliath, so she reluctantly stands and begins to collect her items (including her bauble from Krice and his mechanical cube from Elioyahazer). As Lana cuddles up against the Sandman and offers her farewells, Talyara would hold her sister in a lingering embrace before pressing a chaste kiss to her cheek. “Thank you for having us. It was an amazing evening.” She accepts her stocking and, if he would allow it, pull Eli into a hug which muffles Rude Off’s insult about her nearly suffocating him. Finally, Scandal is given a hug while Blue is ignored completely. “Blessed Yule, everyone!” she calls over her shoulder before taking her leave.

Scandal rises as its time to leave, he wouldn't want to press especially not with Blue present, he pockets the vial though from Eli, and smiled in that- I owe you pal. Yes he would have to fly to Venturil tonight, but he hoped she would sleep during it, so that when she woke up for coffee he could slip her the vial. As he stood by the door receiving hugs, he pulled his sisters and Eli into a group hug and whispered to them, "As soon as I can, or if one of you discovers Blue to be something else, I want to host you three or even Krice included at my house in Venturil. The second floor is very cozy." He gripped them three, small tears under his eyes as he was gripping his family together. They would find later in the folds of their clothes a tear shaped diamond, curtesy of his tears, and some mana. "Love you all." He took Blue by the shoulder and led her out of the house and to a place he could transform and carry her away.