°Flaming Justice

It is a habit I should get back into when time permits, I always enjoy conversing with those who have the time!

Though it appears that activity is at a lull for most...

> Crouched atop a building that barely qualified as being nearby, you examine the property closely with the intent of finding the entrance. Having approached it from the rear, there would be none to find. Getting down from your vantage point and walking around until you found it was the logical path, though you'd need to be a bit closer.

> Standing and pacing backwards, you'd do so until your heels met the opposite edge of the roof, at which point you would sprint forward and take a boosted leap with a small burst of flames from your boots. Probably unnecessary, that, as you skid to a crouching stop just inside the boundary of the fence. 

I overshot it a bit, hm?

> As usual your ever-present phylactery-bound companion doesn't have much to say. 

> Placing your hands on your hips, you glance towards the fence and wonder if you shouldn't just jump back out. You don't think you could achieve the right height for that without trodding all over the intricate metal wiring, though...

> Even waiting down to the last minute to venture up to Trifolium hadn't saved you from garnering some unwanted attention. You were almost good at ignoring it at this point. Figuring it alright to splurge for the holiday, though there was seemingly no end to your accessible funds, you returned back down to the one place suitable for being called home with bags and bags of goodies.

> The early morning hours were spent carefully arranging baskets with equal quantities of goods and filling plastic containers full of chocolates and candies, which were subsequently stashed around the household for the children to find once they were up. Even if you couldn't participate much in the food related activities of the holiday, you were already a bit excited to see everyone running around in good spirits. 

> Another basket was crafted for Rise and very very carefully hidden away in a corner of her room. This one was filled with less candy than the others, instead having a few more practical items. Some more notepads, and a few packs of post-it notes that were colored in seasonal pastels. There was also a plush cat sporting a rabbit ear headband. Less useful, but very cute. 

It is a bit difficult to pinpoint when I am listening to others speaking, but I find when I am having my turn in the conversation there are slight variations from what I am used to.