Nemrith looked grumpily up at the twinkling lights in the window. She did not like the idea of this at all. Christmas at Zardolfs....

Wendel was hopping from foot to foot, bursting with excitment. His eyes were wide, as he gazed at all the lights and the ice sculptres that lined the path. The snow was still falling heavily and they both had a fine coating of snow; Nemrith's was more notcieable due to her black cloak as it gave her the appearence of a dalmation dog. Hoping that there was a good fire going inside and somehting hot to drink, she knocked on the door and stared critically at a rather flamboyant wreath that housed live faries, no bigger than her little finger.

Nemrith had never seen Wendel so... exited.
he looked at her and said:
'this is my first christmas, cuz i grew up with the badist monks, and they do'nt belive in giving things away.'
he was shaking, but that was probably because of the cold, and his clothes wer'nt made to keep him warm. he was waring his same green wool shirt, and short trousers. the only thing different was that he had dyed his beloved hat red, and sewn a bobbel on top. this clashed horribly with his green clothes, but noone had the heart to tell him.

The door opened, instead of the hinges creaking, they sang Christmas songs. Nemrith suddenly put her hadns to her ears and lot out a cross between a strangled meow and howl.

'Rockin' around, the Cjhristmas tree...' drifted down the corridor.

"What new evil is this?" Nemrith yelled and ran off up the stairs.

Wendel stood on the porch looking highly embarresed. the christmas puding he had bought was lying in the snow.
'hello?...'

"Oh, get in and close the door before you feeze you silly little pointy eared elf!" Nemrith yelled from the top of the stairs. "Just shut the door before it starts singing again!"

Nemrith wondered where Zardolf was. Probably out in a sledge, wrapped in furs, drinking spiced wine. She let out a snort of laughter as she tried to get rid of the image, which was now held firm in her mind, along with dancing snow pixies, more people dressed like Wendel and shiny, shiny shoes. She had no idea where the shoes had come from, but they suited Zardolf spectauarly.

Nemrith deposited her cloak in the room she had sayed in last time and went to see what Wendel was up to in the large living oom of the house.

'that was a carol' he was muttering to himself.
'i looked them up, and now i know all the words.' he added as Nemrith came in.
'wheres Zardy?' she asked him, deciding to egnor the carol revising comment.

"Can you sing?" Nemrith asked wryly, looking Wendel up and down. She wandered over to the window to watch the snow falling. "Heh. Reminds me of.....home. It would get like this at Christmas, but heavier.We were sometimes snowed in for weeks. Didn't stop our lessons though....my sisters loved Christmas, they'd get all excited, but I wasn't allowed, I had to be all dignifyed." Nemrith said, speaking loudly, but more to herself than to Wendel.

Wendel looked quite engaged for a moment then suddenly:
'oh, misteltoe!' he said looking directly above Nemrith. 'did you know, its a human tradition to kiss under mistelt...' then he stopped. he realised what he just said. he went quite red and stared blankly out of the window.

(I knew that was coming)

"Okay. I'm human now, better live up to traditions." Nemrith said, looking Wendel firmly in the eyes.

( :lol: )

'wha!!?' he stammered, he took two steps back and fell onto the tabel, putting his elbow into some hot stuffing.

"Oh, what are you afarid of?" Nemrith said, rolling her eyes and quick as a flash, she kissed Wendel and ran out of the room laughing.

As she left the room wendel grinned and raised his eyebrows, then realised he was doing it, turning red again.

Not knowing why she had done it, Nemrith just laughed her way to her room. Inside, she found a outfit of red velvet, with a white fur trim spread out on her bed.

It seemed that Zardolf was giving orders, even if he was not at home. Nmeith sighed and picked up the short red dress and tossed it out of the window, opting for her nicer outfit of a green dress tunic, black bots and breeches before going back downstairs.

'hello?... Hello?' Wendel was yelling. 'Naz? Zardolf?.. i hope this is'nt some kind of joke.'

(Um, fuzzy...Naz is dead, remember?)

Nemrith walked in yawning. "Still no sign of our dearest friend? Ah well...Ever played Snapdragon?" Nemrith walked over to the drinks cabinet and picked up a bottle of brandy, a large, deep tray and a bowl of nuts and rasins. Wendel shook his head, confused.
"Oh, yeah. You eer celebrated Christmas with the monks.....it's agame," Nemrith poured a large quantity of the nuts, rasins and brandy into the tray, then took a splint off the mantlepiece, lit it in the fire and appiled it to the brandy. Small blue flames shot upwards.
"The object is to grab as many nuts and rasins as you can and eat the without being burned. I was always good at this game...."


(I was never allowed to play this game........no fair :wah: )

(let us have a quick review, NAZ.....IS....DEAD.....(?!))

You killed him, idiot. Remember Underworld?

( :wah: no one said when this was set!! :wah: stop yellin' at mee :wah: )

'it sounds.. very.. dangerous.' he mummbeled. 'ah, why not.?'

I'm not yelling at you. I'm yelling at Naz. I have no idea what's going on. Would someone please explain?

( what you confused about?)

Everything.

:rolleyes: have you read the other posts?
whats not to understand?
nemrith and wendel are at Zardy's for christmas.

Ahhh...

EVERYTHING! IS! MY! DELUSION!

:huh:

Tengu...

what the hell does that mean? and i thought we were gonna be strict on spamming? if your not gonna post in here then fine, but dont post sencelass crap.

:eek: sorry abbs! i just bdelited what you wrote. sorry. could you put it again please? :wah:

I don't know why I bother... It says "are you sure you want to delete this"!

"What's going on here? This is my house and you're wrecking it with your pointless Séance with the imaginary dead!"

(......Abbs, I thought you wern't gonna be IN this RPG anyway......)

"YOU invited us!" Nemrith pouted. "Why don't you play with us now you've turned up?"

err.... yea

(I was sort of forced into it.)

"You're wrecking my house. Stop it."

"We're ony playing a game...." Nmeirth yawned, then groaned as Wendel burned his fingers on the nuts. "Well, seeing as you're here now, what do you suggest we do?"

'sorry' wendel said going quite red. he sat down heavely in one of the big squashy sofas.

"Do something peaceful. I was drinking with Mor Ronne, the Dung Collector and now my head hurts like the Seven Dimensions of Hell..."

"Oh, calm down and let me look at that hand!" Nmeirth sighed and sat down next to him. "Naz told me to look after you..."

'wow' he said bewildered 'is a tradition to drink at christmas. my book talks about egg nog, but mentions no stiff alkee-hol.'

"Leave, Nemrith. I can heal it on my own."

"Mmmmm......I want some spiced wine. I used to have that at Christmas. Me and my sisters stole a whole punch bowl of it and got very drunk...they were throwing up and I was....dancing. We shamed the family that night compleetly!"

"Sounds charming. I'm going to bed."

"Oh, I thought you were going to play the big healer man and see to Wendel?" Nemrith rasied an eyebrow and stood up. "I may not pocess the powers of a wolf, but I still can deal with you thank you very much..."