A Kamish Christmas Thread

[caladwen]

Snow is falling softly outside the glass windows of Kamish castle. Caladwen watches it for a moment, mesmerized by the way the flakes fall and form together… sort of like words, she thinks. Each one is different, yet they’re made of the same material. They fall from the hearts of clouds, like words fall from the hearts of an author, and coagulate on the ground, the document of the earth, to create something wonderful and majestic, breathtaking, glittering, sometimes even emotional. Snowflakes are the symbol of winter, like words are the symbol of an author. Something to show for everything, something to lose yourself in.

“Morea… come look at this,” She says softly, touching the freezing glass with her fingertips. They leave little circles in the frosty glass where the tiny droplets of moisture have frozen and the heat from her fingers has melted them.

Moreadiel steps to the large window and looks out into the dark, a smile on her face. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”

Nodding, Caladwen grins and hugs her sister. “I think we should go out and get a tree. They should all look perfect now that it’s snowing.”

[Kamish]

Moreadhiel nodded, and glanced out the window again. She loved snow, it was so very untouchable, because the minute you did, it would melt. She loved watching it, and always felt slightly guilty when she watched the icy flakes melting on her skin.

Such pale skin she had, pale like Caladwen's. While her sister had a waterfall of ethereal, luminescent blonde hair, she had liquid ebony hair, which was currently, unusually, let loose and tucked behind her pointed ears.

They shared the same eyes, bright blue, so clear; capable of changing from icy and frozen to sapphire pools in a heartbeat. Curious that twins were such opposites.

"Do you think we should ask for some help, Cala?" Moreadhiel asked almost absently, her gaze fixed on the pine forest not too far from their castle home.

The grounds sprawled out from the average sized castle, blankets of snow covered the once emerald grass, and the pines were dusted in the white powder.

The castle itself bore high turrets, with flags, half black, half white, flailing in the wind, though that day it was minimal. Emblazened upon the material was the Kamish crest, two wolves, again, a white and black, entwined.

The windows spilled flickering light upon the snow; though it was still early in the day, the clouds created an illusion of darkness, blotting out the weak sunlight.

Animals of all sorts flitted across the snow, looking at ease, or as much as a wild animal could in the open. The castle did not bother them, they had been around those who owned it, and the castle itself, long enough to know they were safe within its view.

Caladwen seemed distracted, as though she had not heard the question.

"Cala? Should we ask for help?"

[caladwen]

"Hm? Oh, yes, I think we should." Caladwen shook herself slightly, before turning from the glass.

She considered the room for a moment.

In the very middle of the vast back wall was a brick fireplace. The fire inside was merrily crackling and casting shadows into corners of the room that the bleak sunlight didn't touch. There were several chairs positioned around it, although more could be fetched if needed. As she watched, the room transformed itself to fit the atmosphere.

Christmas was approaching, and the walls took on a cheery golden tone. The chairs, which were once a deep and general-looking blue, changed to a red the color of holly-berries. The carpet became thicker and warmer, taking on a rich green that reminded Caladwen strongly of the forest outside.

Quite suddenly, there was room next to the fire to place a rather large tree. She knew, though, that the space would change to fit the tree and make it seem appealing to the eye.

Garland was wrapped around the mantle, accented with a string of lights that seemingly didn't need a plug. There was mistletoe over the door and in the middle of the window (they were off to the side, and the room graciously took this into consideration). Stockings also appeared there; the names would be placed as soon as they were claimed. Of course, two of them were already named. In the middle of the mantle, one black and one white already had names scrawled across the offset fur.

Grinning, she turned back to Moreadheil. "It seems our idea was well-recieved. Who do you think we should call?"

[moreadheil]

Moreadheil tilted her head, considering. Though they didn't venture beyond their respective rooms too often, there were many people to call upon. Most decided to stay within their room, or on their floor, though the twins knew everyone residing within the castle very well.

"Well," she said slowly. "There's Meri and Tabbi I guess, but I think they're setting up the decorations on the Season's floor. I think Addy would be an asset though."

Caladwen nodded to indicate she'd heard, though not necessarily that she agreed.

Thinking over her options, Moreadheil glanced around. Even having lived in the castle for so long, and having grown (somewhat) used to the amazing feats it could perform, she couldn't help but be awed by the sheer majesty of the decorations.

Though they were simple (she noticed a box of assorted decorations waiting to be hung on the tree and around the room in a corner, under a desk), they were homey, and they didn't (probably because they were simple) seem cheap or false.

She could see several homemade decorations in the boxes, and littering the ground around it.

'Must be from the Summer room,' she mused, secretly smiling. 'Or one of Those rooms.'

Those rooms, and the capital was given regardless of placement in a sentence, were rooms that neither twin could find, or, if they could, unlock. They were rooms still to be unlocked, the keys still waiting to be found.

Those who lived in Those rooms were mysterious, as was the room itself, but they made their presence known.

"Well, I guess there's always..." Caladwen trailed off.
Moreadheil cocked a brow. "Always...?"

[caladwen]

"Eh, nevermind, bad idea. It really shouldn't be this hard, you know. It's just a tree. We just... let's just go find a random person, eh?" Caladwent shuffled, before taking one more look around the room and heading out into the corridor. Apparently, most everyone was decorating.

"You know, we could look in on Meri and Tabbi anyway. I think they'd be more than happy to help, and there are enough characters on the Seasons floor... not all of them can be decorating, surely." Caladwen knew she was babbling, but really didn't care at the moment. The Holiday tangent she was riding gave her a pleasant high, and she grinned with enthusiasm.

"I don't think anyone would really mind. Maybe if we picked someone with an animal form, it might be easier to find one, you know?"

[moreadheil]

"I agree. I can head up and get the Seasons girls, if you want?" Moreadheil offered, arching her back to pop the joints. "Or did you want to do that?"

Caladwen shrugged in a non committal manner, and Moreadheil fell fluidly onto all fours, her black dress swishing around her as she did so. Her body, as she fell, morphed in what probably should have been a painful manner.

One powerful, full-body shake (which induced several audible pops as joints corrected their position), and a content black wolf was in her place. The sleek fur rippling as she padded across the room.

The azure eyes were the only true proof that it was not a true wolf in the room, but a human-minded wolf, or rather, elfin-minded. The dark twin pressed her muzzle against her sister's knee, and took off in a graceful lope. She skidded around the door with practiced ease, and made her way down the hall.

Caladwen shook her head, grinning.

"Showoff!" she bellowed.

An answering yelp came from some way down the hall, barely audible and telling of the speed at which the dark wolf moved.