One day, I—Runeshard’s Sunghoon randomly told my friends to come over to Runeshard house and somehow they actually did. Runeshard’s Rora tried to keep the place while make some coffee for them turning into chaos while Runeshard’s Juhoon messed around in the kitchen acting like pro chef. Eryndor’s Yujin and Lachers’ Gaeul they decided to play a game together, Vansent’s Mai and Caelthwynn’s Sunghoon helped set up snacks and made everything feel cozy, Mertzlan’s Gawon went full skincare mode with Runeshard’s Ningning and Reiss’ Winter laughed at literally everything they did, they say this is girls time.

Langforth’s Beomgyu and Delmeist’s Ningning ended up playing with the pets like that was they main mission when playing here. Mistlesoir’s Sanghyeon acted unbothered with Etherhail’s Jungwon and Runeshard’s Riki, then Myldemoor’s Shangen joined because all her activities were finished, they busy relaxing on the sofa at home; we cooked, we played games we talked about random stuff in between, and even though it was messy and loud, the house felt warm in a way that makes you not want the day to end.

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          ❆ THE LAST MISTLETOE LETTER 🌲
      ㅤ    BY IVY, SNOW, AND STARLIGHT
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ"Ce Qui Glace, Garde."

ㅤㅤ────❈ FROM THE GLACIENT VALES OF LYRITHA | "Where the Auroral Drowse Lies Low." ☆ Enshrined beneath a sleepbound sky and flanked by frost-laden everboughs, Lyritha glimmers carved of ivoried silence, star-thistle air, and old hymns half-remembered. In this sepulchral hush, we send a hushfold vow pressed in snowmelt ink & imbued with longing and lucence.

To @Myldemoor, @MeadowOfRoselain, and @GoinYouths : let the hush enwreathe you in vellum-glow and silken quiet, every flurry descending as a sanctified oblation, the marrowroot of solstice clasping you in ineffable balm. Even as carols fade into aurora and shadows steep the eaves, devotion abides.

       ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ  By holm and hearth,
           ㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ        @MISTLESOIR

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ㅤㅤ
          ❆ THE LAST MISTLETOE LETTER 🌲
      ㅤ    BY IVY, SNOW, AND STARLIGHT
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ"Ce Qui Glace, Garde."

ㅤㅤ────❈ FROM THE GLACIENT VALES OF LYRITHA | "Where the Auroral Drowse Lies Low." ☆ Enshrined beneath a sleepbound sky and flanked by frost-laden everboughs, Lyritha glimmers carved of ivoried silence, star-thistle air, and old hymns half-remembered. In this sepulchral hush, we send a hushfold vow pressed in snowmelt ink & imbued with longing and lucence.

To @TheeRomanovna, @TheeNikolovich and @HavenOfEihf : let the hush enwreathe you in vellum-glow and silken quiet, every flurry descending as a sanctified oblation, the marrowroot of solstice clasping you in ineffable balm. Even as carols fade into aurora and shadows steep the eaves, devotion abides.

       ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ  By holm and hearth,
           ㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ        @MISTLESOIR

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