Jalen's stocking was draped over Amy's arm as she walked into the room, her free hand playing with a silver locket at her throat. She'd gotten tired of waiting to give him his furry little gift, and had made off with the stocking earlier that morning. Her husband was currently upstairs, trying to pry a very nimble kitten off his shirt.
"Merry Christmas to anyone that's up!"
When she saw Josiah and Song on the floor, she stopped dead and just stared for a minute. Feathers were everywhere (Where had feathers come from? Last she'd checked, Song didn't molt) and Yasha was in the middle of the couple. Ookay.
"Or down. Am I interrupting you two?" She couldn't help the giggle that followed the question. Merry Christmas indeed.
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Date: 2009-12-28 06:10 am (UTC)"Merry Christmas to anyone that's up!"
When she saw Josiah and Song on the floor, she stopped dead and just stared for a minute. Feathers were everywhere (Where had feathers come from? Last she'd checked, Song didn't molt) and Yasha was in the middle of the couple. Ookay.
"Or down. Am I interrupting you two?" She couldn't help the giggle that followed the question. Merry Christmas indeed.