Firnost Freehold

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What appears to only be an abandoned, run down warehouse to the untrained mortals eyes is to Fae eyes a lovely bed and breakfast, almost New England in style and charm. (This is a Changeling Chat Room)

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/^^(..)^^\ ~chimerical purple demoness~: Close enough for me! *smiles*

Tajier DeWinter ni Fiona (Wilder Sidhe): thank you

/^^(..)^^\ ~chimerical purple demoness~: Hmm... I'm starting to get a little sleepy and I didn't even finish the drink. It's so good though.

Tajier DeWinter ni Fiona (Wilder Sidhe): it is getting late I should likely head home anyways

/^^(..)^^\ ~chimerical purple demoness~: Want me to fly you there? *smiles* If not... well umm *hugs* That's for the cookies and drink and for being so nice to me.

Tajier DeWinter ni Fiona (Wilder Sidhe): oh no thank you. I rather enjoy my walks home... plus there's likely a Cat Pooka waiting for me just along the trod

/^^(..)^^\ ~chimerical purple demoness~: *nods* Ok, well if I see you again and I'm different and don't remember this time, it's ok that's just how it works I think. I really enjoyed my time with you and want you to stay happy forever and ever! *smiles* Good night! *and then zooms back to the rafters having finished her cookies and drink*

Tajier DeWinter ni Fiona (Wilder Sidhe): good night, was lovely to meet you *and smiles moving back out to the trods*

Palo Stone: *The distinct scent of ozone began to permeate the freehold and its common area. A practical cloud of it gradually forming within the sleepy 'hold*

Palo Stone: *With time, it became more pronounced... and an electricity in the air was nearly palpable.*

Palo Stone: *Before just like the snap of lightening a jolt of rainbowed lightening struck through the ceiling and whipped itself about the walls of the place. Electric like candy, with a wonderous flavor to match!*

Palo Stone: *And when the moment settled, a tween with a lithe, wiry build shaped by constant motion was to be found within the heart of the hold. His eyes present in the moment as much as just beyond it all at once.*

Palo Stone: *He wore a Santa-like outfit that seemed subtly wrong despite its cheer: a patched red coat trimmed in fur that never seemed to shed, a drooping hat with faintly chiming bells, and travel-worn boots dusted with frost that didn't melt. An enormous sack of gifts hangs easily from his shoulder, far lighter to him than it should have been.*

Palo Stone: *The 'Santa' then, wandered about the hold, depositing gifts, treats, and boxes of every color imaginable, wrapped with care, wrapped with all manner of happiness & joy! For the boys, the girls and all of the freehold's regulars and those who may have known it as a second home*

Palo Stone: *A smile was offered to the gloves at the bar itself and a wink as he proffered to them as well a collection of tiny wrapped boxes in a myriad of colors!*

Palo Stone: *His skin was warmly sun-toned, dark locks falling in loose disarray around a gentle face and he walked about the hold with an edge of glee so very wrapped up in the moment that was the gifting!*

Palo Stone: *Yet in time, did he smile for a few moments in silence - eyes casting themselves about the Freehold with a cozy warmth of most cheerful glee!*

Palo Stone: *Then with one last cheery gaze about the hold he dropped down a ball of powder that on hitting the floor immediately ASPLODED!!! in a colored cloud of powder that began to flow about his figure not unlike a tornado! With swirling colors and that earlier felt taste of ozone whipping itself about his form before he vanished from the hold with but a few words to the Hold, left in his wake!* A most Merry Christmas to all, and to all, a good night!

Lady Kathy (Fiona Satyr Grump): ((sorry you were missed, Merry Christmas))

: Merry Christmas!!

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Firnost Garden (0)
Behind the freehold for an acre or so stretches a delightful green garden. Stone paths twist around the cacaphony of delicately manicured flowerbeds and wild explosions of roses. A small stand of willows bends to touch the surface of a clear pond where brightly colored fish occasionally break its still mirror. Only fae or their Enchanted guests can find their way through the doorways into the garden. (This is a Changeling chat room.)
The Streets of Necropolis (0)
A slowly flickering streetlight illuminates this dark street. All roads though town lead to this main road. Shadowy figures dart in and out of alleyways, and only the brave or foolish remain here long.

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