01-03-2016, 06:34 PM
It is Christmas. (More Yule, perhaps than Christmas.)
Kalen is late with presents, because he has distractions. He will track people down with presents later. He shows up to the party late, with wine (as though he does not know how many bottles of wine are there already).
What time he spends inside is mostly, after a brief round of hellos, spent being mostly silent and that mostly near Alexander or Kiara. Even with them, he is quiet. Soon enough though, he slips back outside, not into the woods but out by the Node where it is slightly less freezing. With a bottle of wine. The only person who might be deliberately invited is Alexander, who gets a look and a faint smile as Kalen slips out the door. Now and again he will come in for more wine and listen to a story of Henry's, but he spends most of the night rather gently apart from everything. There is nothing cold about his distance tonight. He's just lost in a lot of thoughts he has no desire to actually voice.
It is more Yule than Christmas. And so he stays until sunrise. That is what you do on the longest night of the year. You wait for the light. You go somewhere sacred and you wait for the light. It seems more appropriate than he can ever remember this year.
He leaves the Chantry almost as soon as the sun has risen.
He leaves Denver only hours after that for something more like Christmas than Yule.
Kalen is late with presents, because he has distractions. He will track people down with presents later. He shows up to the party late, with wine (as though he does not know how many bottles of wine are there already).
What time he spends inside is mostly, after a brief round of hellos, spent being mostly silent and that mostly near Alexander or Kiara. Even with them, he is quiet. Soon enough though, he slips back outside, not into the woods but out by the Node where it is slightly less freezing. With a bottle of wine. The only person who might be deliberately invited is Alexander, who gets a look and a faint smile as Kalen slips out the door. Now and again he will come in for more wine and listen to a story of Henry's, but he spends most of the night rather gently apart from everything. There is nothing cold about his distance tonight. He's just lost in a lot of thoughts he has no desire to actually voice.
It is more Yule than Christmas. And so he stays until sunrise. That is what you do on the longest night of the year. You wait for the light. You go somewhere sacred and you wait for the light. It seems more appropriate than he can ever remember this year.
He leaves the Chantry almost as soon as the sun has risen.
He leaves Denver only hours after that for something more like Christmas than Yule.