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Yuletide Party! - By the Dorms, Monday Dusk Till Dawn

Between the dorms and preserve, a moderately sized--if only because dragging over more wood than was already stockpiled nearby was far too much work--fire was lit as the sun set and the longest night of the year began. In the main lobby and by the fire there were much larger supplies of spiced cider and ale.

...look, people in ye olde times really liked to get drunk and light things on fire. It was a time honored tradition.

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Which would go on until dawn!

Where it is warmer if you're not up for hanging out outside.

And, of course Merlin was there. With a blanket. And sticking close to the fire.

It was either the ale or the cold that had his cheeks warm. Oh yeah, someone allowed him to have booze.

...seriously. Booze and fire.

Arthur was no pagan, but he was going to observe the ritual anyway. Mostly to keep an eye on his people - which was Merlin, pretty much, in terms of pagans. But he was there, prodding at the fire.

Arthur sat down rather close to him as the night progressed. "Afraid you'll freeze to death?"

People in ye modern times were also into getting drunk and lighting stuff on fire.

At least, Effy certainly was.

Once again wrapped up against the cold, she had some of that spiced cider in hand was was warming herself up close to the fire and watching the flames.

Francine wasn't any more pagan than Arthur, but she was hardly going to miss this after Merlin's description of it as a night you spent with loved ones. How many of those could he -- or any of the Camelot kids -- count here, besides each other?

Unlike last night, though, she was dressed for the weather, with a warm jacket under the blanket she'd brought along. Also unlike last night, there was cider.

Azarath traditions weren't entirely dissimilar to pagan beliefs, except for the celebration parts. Either way, Raven was eager to experience her first Yule.

It wasn't Yule they celebrated at home, but Midwinter seemed close enough. The sun was coming back, and even if there weren't the priests and spicebread and rowdiness that went along with a Lower City celebration, George was totally taking the excuse to hang out by the fire.

She'd been on her way back from Emma's party when the light drew Beka's attention. It wasn't too hard to make George, the firelight playing across his face, and Beka picked her way towards him.

She said naught and simply sat down, slinging an arm around her shoulders. Mayhap it had to do with her conversation with Kennedy while standing in the middle of tinsel. Mayhap it had naught to do with it.

Either way, George wasn't going to argue. He wrapped his arm around her and tugged her closer. In an odd way, she was home here - or the closest either of them were going to get.

She smiled a little at that and reached up to playfully ruffle his hair.

George chuckled and made a face at her before reaching up to pat his hair back down the way it was 'supposed' to be.

She helped. Sort of. And then leaned against him as she looked at the fire.

He leaned his head lightly on top of hers as he watched the fire too.

A few minutes later, he finally said quietly "Thought y'd be goin' home for Midwinter."

"I don't think the magic that brought me here is that easily repeated," she said after a moment. "What about you?"

He shrugged, careful not to dislodge her. "Me mam didn' say nothin'," he said. "Don' think th' portals come too cheaply."

But he didn't care. Of course not.

Course not. Just like she didn't miss her brothers and sisters. "I've got some coin spare," she murmured.

George half-smiled. "Put it t'better use then, Beka," he advised, squeezing her shoulder lightly. "I've got friends here who don't go home neither. An' there's ye t'spend Midwinter wit'."

Much like Beka, Karla was also drawn to the fire coming back from Emma's party. Pleasantly warm and in no hurry to go to bed, Karla sauntered over to see who was around.

It wasn't Windsol, but the different midwinter holiday festivities went a long way towards soothing some of the regret away.

"...no." Yes. "It's still chilly."

"Hello!" Merlin said cheerfully. Well, as cherrfully as could be with a blanket on.

This was Merlin's happy face that Francine came for the celebration. See it so happy?

"Hello, Francine."

"You came!"

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