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So the chat went with a few hiccups. Mainly being Loaf being the only one showing up. And... people possibly stumbling into the chat.

To Suryllee, I have a hotmail account, so it should accept pictures.

Writing this was pretty quick, strangley. Possibly more to follow later today, but I don't know if it will be here or on Sequel.

Read, Review and Enjoy.




“And that is the true meaning of winter festival.” Mik muttered sarcastically, shutting off the television set as the Elders one by one, looked from it, to him.

Hohi had been absent from this little educational stint. The male had wandered off earlier in the day, claiming that he needed private time and, as Lillow was with the Elders, he was allowed to wander off by himself. With no one asking where he was going or why.

“To. Drink, give gifts and hope the gods are going to waste their precious time saving you from your own fucking stupidity?” Souse muttered, arching an eyebrow, “and to celebrate this, we spend a lot of money, give away stuff we cannot afford in the first place and… get drunk and do stupid things.”

“You forgot,” Lillow muttered, obviously annoyed, “spend more money we haven’t got on decorations.”

“There… are ways to make your own gifts and decorations. From the stuff that Mari brings for arts and crafts,” Mik explained, “you. Never give others things?”

“When babe born,” Souse said, motioning to the mesas crawling over each other in the corner, “mother given things she needs.”

“Same deal. Except because its about giving and receiving, we’ve pushed it to stuff that you don’t necessarily need. It’s a… uhm… like how pubs will overflow your cup. To show how rich they are. Bragging rights. But we don’t need bragging rights, it’s just about making others happy.”

“How to make decorations with crafty bits?” Paw asked.

“I… uhm. I don’t recall. Snowflakes out of cut up paper and … uhm…” Mik trailed off as he tried to think, “I don’t remember, to be honest with you. But Mari will be supplying some decorations and certainly she will be showing us all how to make the decorations from older times. You know. Get in the festive mood. And. Such.”

“Arts and crafts about winter. How many colours could there be?” Paw muttered, “white. White.”

“Black and brown and…” Souse lifted a finger, “yellow.”

They laughed at the idea of yellow while Mik struggled to understand why. Once they had finished laughing, they looked at him. Paw sighed.

“Mik no get it.”

“Because of the yellow snow…” Souse said, making a hand motion.

“Oh?” yellow snow. Wait… “ohhhh…” right. A pee joke. Har har.

Hohi walked into the apartment holding his head. The male glanced around his hands and made straight for Essuan. He dropped to the floor at her feet and groaned something out in Sidhe. Essuan looked puzzled, Souse frowned and looked down at Hohi, asking a question.

Hohi explained, motioning for Souse to join him on the floor. The leader did and Hohi took Souse’s shoulders in his hands for a moment before speaking and making a lot of hand motions that seemed to say ‘I’ll show you.’ Hohi then head butted Souse. Obviously Hohi did it harder than he intended to, for the male whined out and held his head, dropping it on Essuan’s leg with something that might have been a sob. Souse howled and clutched his own head, cursing Hohi’s hard headedness as Essuan muttered something about the intelligence of males.

Mik was puzzled about this, even as Paw turned to say something to him in Sidhe about the event. Mik blinked at Paw and Paw watched Mik, as if expecting him to answer.

“You realise you’re talking in Sidhe, right?” Mik said.

Paw’s mouth hung open.

“I. Can get gists of Sidhe, I can pick up words of Sidhe, but I can’t have a conversation in Sidhe,” Mik responded.

“So. Yesterday. With mesas… Mik go to mesa because…”

“Because you guys were talking in Sidhe and excluding me.”

“Oh.” Paw said, turning to look at Lillow as if asking for confirmation. The girl shrugged, “we thought you had learned Sidhe.”

“No, what would make you think that?”

“Mik…” Paw blinked at Mik, looked him up and down as if confirming who he was, “has spoken Sidhe to us before.”

“Impossible.”

“’s like other language he speaks, maybes?” Lillow murmured, “maybe not realises he speaking Sidhe.”

“I do not speak Sidhe.”

“There,” Paw pointed at Mik’s hands, “just do.”

Mik looked down. Was he not the one who had said that the sign language Sidhe used was a completely different language from the verbal? That one could exist without the other, but that they shared with one another, a symbiotic relationship that used together would completely change the way a person spoke?

“That doesn’t mean I can understand spoken language,” Mik responded.

Paw chewed his bottom lip then said, “try speaking without mouth.”

And say what?

“There!” Paw sighed, “okay. That… weird.”

“How learn language without learning verbal? Learning meaning?” Lillow sounded disgusted, “like… always catching fish, but hunting for birds.”

“So… maybe teach me the verbal?” Mik said to them, trying not to sound irritated. Trying and failing miserably.

The Sidhe sighed as one. It was only then that Mik realised that the others had been watching the conversation, seemingly taking part in it.

“What?”

“Have to teach language to people and celebrate stupid holiday?” Paw whined.

“I didn’t call Essuan’s baby shower stupid.”

Paw chewed his bottom lip, considering Mik’s words. The Sidhe sighed finally, “fine. Teach Mik language.”

“And not call my holiday stupid.”

“But it is!”

“Not call my holiday stupid,” Mik insisted.

Paw sighed, “fine. Not call holiday stupid.”

“Good.”

“Even though it is.”


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