Winsol Celebration!

[ebonyjaenelle72]

Jaenelle has set things up in a large room she scouted out a few weeks ago, though the food is puzzling her. She doesn't know how to get enough for everyone. She found an old gramophone and worked out how to use it after a few were burnt to a crisp by sheer nervous frustration, and is now trying to find a good record for dancing. She hopes that

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[wear_the_silver]

He isn't sure he was invited, but to be able to celebrate Witch with one in attendance seems beyond his wildest dreams. Jared idn't timid or cautious at all by nature, but he still feels a little over-matched with Lady Jaenelle and her Court.

"Was I invited, Lady? I want very much to dance this Winsol." Even if there are things that he's lost by being here, there is much to celebrate.

[ebonyjaenelle72]

Jaenelle jumps to her feet, her expression delighted. "Of course you're invited, Jared. I'm glad to have you."

[wear_the_silver]

Sure of her welcome then, he bows, deeply, both hands brushing the floor before he straightens. And there is a certain sparkle in his eyes now. "I do hope others arrive. I didn't think it would be so quiet here for Winsol."

[ebonyjaenelle72]

She looks a little worried. "I hope so too. I invited a few people...I don't know if they'll come, though. The family's always a little late.

[hourglasspriest]

As if Saetan would miss celebrating Winsol with his family.

He's there, without a cane and dressed inpeccably. When he sees Jaenelle, he bows, golden eyes sparkling, but doesn't speak yet.

((He has a Winsol present for her, but I'm not sure yet what it is. I fail, but Saetan never does.))

[ebonyjaenelle72]

Jaenelle turns around and practically flies over to him to give him a very very happy hug. "Happy Winsol, Papa!" She says in a somewhat muffled voice, due to her face being buried in his shoulder.

[hourglasspriest]

He hugs her close and kisses her hair. "Ah, Witch-child, I always love celebrating with you."

[ebonyjaenelle72]

She kisses his cheek. "I wouldn't celebrate it without my favorite Papa."

[sweariwontdie]

He's more than a bit late and alone, but Armand does come. He's dressed up in his best, and looks nervously around to see who else has come.

[ebonyjaenelle72]

And will probably abruptly find himself tacklepounced by a bundle of Jaenelle. "Armand! You came!"

[sweariwontdie]

He doesn't try to extricate himself so much as he tries to breathe. "Jaenelle! I did..." The last is muffled by her embrace.

[ebonyjaenelle72]

She gives him a thorough squeeze before stepping back, bouncing on her toes and grinning from ear to ear. "I'm so glad to see you!"