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Nalira laughed softly under her breath, flashing him a toothey grin. She pulled her hair back from her face, sitting forward. She coughed into her hand, chewing on her bottom lip.

"Of course I have. Who hasn't heard of Santa? On Christmas eve, Santa rides through the sky in his sleigh, pulled along by his nine reindeer. The one at the very front is named Rudolf, and he has a red nose to light the way.

Then Santa leaves presents for little Tales alla round the world. They wake up on christmas morning and open up their presents. He's a very friendly person." She smiled, reaching forward and gently ruffling the Giraffe Tale's hair.

"If you've been good, he'll give you a present. But if you've been bad, you won't get anything." Nalira didn't believe in Santa anymore, but it sure was fun telling the tale of jolly old Saint Nicholas.

Nalira laughed under her breath, moving forward and grabbing the younger Tale's hands in hers, giving them a gently squeeze. This was more of a friendly gesture then anything.

"You could say that. You see, what happens is he comes down through your chimney. Although he is rather large, he is magical, and can easily shrink himself to fit through. Then, he takes presents out of his big sack and places them under the christmas tree. It also helps if you leave him some milk and cookies, for the rest of his journey.

Nalira leant back a little, her hands still in Sylvesters. It was nice to tell stories, and always gave you the best feeling when the people around you got excited. Nalira couldn't help but grin at the questions being asked.

Nalira pondered for a moment, moving her hand from the Tale's to scratch her ear. She clicked her tongue gently, frowning slightly. She flicked her hair back from her face, rubbing her chin gently.

"Has she been a good girl? Santa only brings gifts to girls, and boys -" She quickly added. "- who have been good all year. If she's been good, then yes, he'll bring the presents to your house instead of to hers." Nalira finished, nodding and flashing the giraffe Tale another grin.

Nalira leant back, releasing Sylvester's hands and sinking into her chair, yawning and shifting uncomfortably. "Have you been good this year?" She asked, smiling to herself, moving her head to gaze in his direction.

Nalira smirked, throwing her arms behind her head, leaning back. She curled a strand of hair around her finger, letting out a little hum, thinking carefully about what she was going to say next. It was always good to think before you spoke -- it keeps you out of trouble. Unless, of course, you think for too long, then people get irritated and think you're being ignorant.

"Well then, screaming isn't that bad, I suppose. Then again, I suppose it's up to Santa, isn't it? If he thinks screaming is bad, she won't get any gifts." She replied, trailing a finger around her lips, chuckling at his comment. "I don't think anyone could lock you up, you're too cuddly and nice for that."

Nalira dipped her hand into her pocket, searching around the interior for a while before pulling out an ice lolly. She flicked a bit of lint from the surface, smiling and extending her hand, holding the lolly between her thumb and index finger.

"Would you like a lolly? It's lemon flavoured. It's been in my pocket, but it's still alright -- and to prove that it's not poisoned, I'll even eat one with you." She flashed him a toothey grin, waving her hand gently infront of him, indicating for him to take the candy whilst taking another lolly from her pocket with her free hand, popping it in her mouth.

Nalira nodded slowly, savouring the flavour of the ice lolly which bought her time to think of what she was going to say next. That didn't sound at all fair, afterall, lollies were definitely one of Earth's better creations.

"Well." She said carefully, clicking her tongue. "Although that sounds horrible, some children can be elergic to sugar. A sad fate indeed, but I'm sure they'd rather be safe then sorry. Then again, maybe their parents are just protective of them. It's natural to want your children to have beautiful, white teeth, instead of ones filled with cavities." She shifted once more in her seat, still not able to find a comfortable posistion.

Nalira, on the other hand, prefered winter. She loved how the sun illuminated the snow as it drifted silently from the heavens, falling onto the earth in a loving embrace. She loved how the ground would become covered with untainted, soft snow of the purest white with small ferns reaching from the blanket to greet the world. It was beath taking.

Nalira blinked, confused at everything that was happening. She heard an unfamilliar voice, and registered that the young Tale had said it was his mother. She have a nervous wave, smiling with her mouth closed in an attempt not to scare the woman. Her canines were abnormally large, afterall.

She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, sitting there in silence, not wanting to interupt their conversation. She fiddled with her fingers absent mindedly, her thoughts wandering elsewhere. She hummed gently to herself, closing her eyes, waiting to be spoken to rather then speaking out of place.

Nalira looked over her shoulder, giving a curt wave in Smerdle's direction. She propped herself up onto her knees, pushing her hair away from her face. This posistion could, perhaps, look rather uncomfortable from a spectators point of view, but it wasn't, not really. Atleast not yet.

"Hello Sylvester's mum .." Nalira winced, smiling weakly and shrugging. She didn't know what else to call Smerdle, so that would have to do do. It sounded kind of cheesy, but there wasn't much else she could call her -- afterall, she didn't know her real name.

"I don't think she'll bother us, Sylv." Nalira stated, a little too happily, shortening Sylvester's name partly because she couldn't be bothered completing her sentence, and partly because it was far too long to say all the time. Besides, it suited him.