Family
It was a time of year when there was a great whirlwind of activity. She remembered being in Ironforge for it one year; Silvermoon wasn’t that festive, but it was still decorated and the air of the holiday was pervasive. Kharris smiled to herself as she placed the small package under the tree she’d put up and decorated with Castien and Ylaise. She hadn’t gone extravagant for gifts for anyone for a few years now. Books, journals, small trinkets, and favorite foods. But time spent with loved ones was lavished and she made sure she savored it. She would make it out to see Keiran, if only for a day or so. The kitchen at Threadneedle smelled of cookies, candied nuts, breads, and cider. Asarel had consented to wearing the soft, fuzzy pajama pants she’d bought him and she cuddled up happily and frequently. There was mistletoe (Ylaise liked to move it for surprises Castien never minded) and cocoa. Stockings hung up at the Barge filled with bonuses and treats and gifts for Crew with children. The children all got lots of presents. Colored lights bounced off the water and holiday parties came and went on the Barge–some more rowdy than others. For the most part, Kharris was happy with her Winter’s Veil. She felt the soft seduction of contentment wind around her soul, but even that couldn’t soothe her. Curled up in her chair by the unnecessary-in-Silvermoon fire, she couldn’t help the hint of wistful sadness. She’d just sent the Bloodsword Twins their gifts. She knew the gifts would be given, and likely given a hefty serving of respect, but … She was always nervous of sending them things. Jericho would get them any material desires they wanted. Aelberyn would give them the love and attention they wanted. Iloam would likely find something meaningful and touching to gift them–they were getting old enough to feel the weight of things now. It was bittersweet and she turned her head away from the sound of the courier’s exit. This was the Family she had, and it was a good one. Still… Maybe Ylaise and Castien would have children sometime–but they would likely move out before then. Tali brought her son by frequently. Winter’s Veil was meant to be filled with shrieks and laughter, ripped wrapping and bows strung around the room lost for days until the cat dragged it out again. It was meant to be a loud holiday. Toys and carols. But every year, Kharris felt herself get a little quieter. @weekly-writing-challenge
