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Freya's face brightened up like the sun when Kettil told her he was happy to grant her wish. She felt joy soak her to the bone, and radiated it like warmth as she bounced happily against him. "Ja!" She saw their destination - the wishing tree, the perfect place for a wish this strong. It was bursting out of her, waiting to be fulfilled, and wish each step they got closer, until -

Even she'd heard it. Her head turned just slightly, widened eyes staring at Piper while she clung to the man who'd gone still. Her shoulder slumped, and her expression crumbled with sadness.

Then she heard Kettil's reaction, and she slid off of his back. It looked like she wasn't going to make her wish, after all. She moved around to hug Kettil around the stomach, trying to infuse comfort into him with her love.

"Whatevers yeh need, Hooter." She whispered sadly.

"Well met, Sister," was Nergui's kind greeting to the familiar priestess that had joined their ever growing herd. Eyes drifting slightly to follow Lifen's departing figure before landing back upon her dark skinned kinswoman. "How have you been fairing?' The last time Nergui had spoken with the other woman she'd invited the poor soul in for a bit of tea. She'd seemed lost, and the ashen skinned mare had filled her in on everything that had happened from the point of destruction of the isles to, what had been at the time, the present.

A bottle ventured into her peripheral, and Nergui lofted a brow at the stallion in obvious surprise before an incredibly smug smile lit upon delicate features. She took the cider happily, sipping at the contents for no longer then a minute before holding the bottle back up for him to reclaim.

The flask hadn't gone entirely unnoticed either, and should it find it's way to her hand she'd certainly partake.

Soren's comment and Lan's rebuttal had stolen away the priestess' attention, and she glanced up at the tall stallion beside her before benign eyes rested on the noblewoman as she listed off her preferred adjectives. One small hand playing over the tanned skin at the inside of the guardian's wrist.

"Of course!"

They had come here to the party to enjoy it after all. They may as well do whatever's available. Rustling his wings, he took in a deep breath, then followed her along to the wishing tree thing. With a tilt of his head, Jericho looked over the tree and the things that hung from it.

"Huh. So we get a wish."

He scratched his chin, thinking. What did he wish? There were a lot of things he wanted. Well. It wasn't likely these things would come true so he decided to throw something semi random in.

Dear Wishing Tree:
I wish... for a giant statue made out of gold.
From: Jericho Bloodbane

Riley did not seem to be interested in picking up her own piece of paper. She just watched Jericho write, tamping down the fondness that flickered in her eyes every so often. When he finished, she regarded him with quiet amusement.

So? She asked. What did you wish for?

There was a solid few seconds of silence, where Riley did not move once Jericho admitted what his wish was. He would never know, but these moments were spent laughing, to herself, in her own mind. Jericho was the only person who took a device such as a wishing tree less seriously than she did, and for that, he was perfect. But she never let him hear her laughter - instead, when it calmed down enough to stop, she leaned in and put her hands firmly on both of his shoulders, looking up at him with rigid intensity.

I will make that wish come true some day, Jericho. She promised him. Because it was actually a very realistic wish, and not some frivolous request for happiness and success or love and long life.

It was realistic, and ridiculous. Just as ridiculous as a wishing tree itself was.

You have inspired me to make a wish as well. She informed him, moving to take a piece of paper and a pen. On it, she wrote her wish, with perfect penmanship. Then she tied it up on to the wishing tree, and nodded firmly.


Dear Wishing Tree:
I wish... for gnomecide.
From: Riley

Riley was already pulling him away when he asked her what her wish was, and she informed him, quite privately, what she'd written. I wished for the world to be a better place.

Well.

She had.

Sort of.

Come on. She urged him out onto the dance floor. I want to end this year working up a sweat.

Lock could see that Piper was unhappy, and his eyes flicked from Kettil, to Freya, then back to Piper. He then sighed and put a single arm around Piper (IN A FRIENDLY WAY).

Coughing (and absolutely terrified) he said, "L-Listen. You're upsetting her. Please stop." Except his words fell on deaf ears it seemed, as Freya and Kettil were marching to the tree without them, being absolutely lovey dovey.

Lock did not understand this family one bit. He just sort of frowned grumpily in a half-hearted way and said, "... Do you want to go sit down for a while? Maybe in the pillows?" Then again, she kind of had a pillow on the back of her head. He awkwardly scratched his own head, adjusting his glasses before saying, "... M'sorry." He really wasn't good at this.

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Voodoo, on the other hand, was now situated on top of Shun's head, narrowly dodging the kiss. She peeked over his forehead, looking into his eyes in a Mary Jane/Spiderman sort of way. "Is that your ghoulfriend?"