Jaenelle Angelline (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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all_inclusive2015-12-28 04:40 pm
birthrightblack) wrote in all_inclusive2015-12-28 04:40 pm
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the darkest nights
Winsol has always been Jaenelle's favorite time of year and while she does not always spend as much time in the hotel as some, she usually tries to get back in time to celebrate part of the holiday with those she's come to be friends with here. It's a strange little place, a go-between not unlike Ebon Askavi or other places in her own world but strangely, none of her friends from home have ever been able to come through.
She guesses this is one of those things that are hers and hers alone. It wouldn't be the first and Jaenelle would be shocked if it were the last. To be what she is means to be singular and alone for the entirety of her life, for the good of others instead of herself. None of that mattered during Winsol, though, and Jaenelle intends to enjoy it.
Another holiday coincides with it here in the hotel, something called Christmas, and it seems to be a younger and tamer festival than she's used to. Still, some of the trappings are the same and unlike last year, Jaenelle has gotten a handle on the delicate touch needed to make the fairy lights twinkle and the boughs appear to drop snow of their own accord.
She's currently bewitching mistletoe to hop from door to door simply because it amuses her to see people try and avoid it but she can't quite get the spell right. It isn't exploding, which is progress, but it's hardly doing what she wants it to.
"Come on," she cajoles. "Please work?"
She guesses this is one of those things that are hers and hers alone. It wouldn't be the first and Jaenelle would be shocked if it were the last. To be what she is means to be singular and alone for the entirety of her life, for the good of others instead of herself. None of that mattered during Winsol, though, and Jaenelle intends to enjoy it.
Another holiday coincides with it here in the hotel, something called Christmas, and it seems to be a younger and tamer festival than she's used to. Still, some of the trappings are the same and unlike last year, Jaenelle has gotten a handle on the delicate touch needed to make the fairy lights twinkle and the boughs appear to drop snow of their own accord.
She's currently bewitching mistletoe to hop from door to door simply because it amuses her to see people try and avoid it but she can't quite get the spell right. It isn't exploding, which is progress, but it's hardly doing what she wants it to.
"Come on," she cajoles. "Please work?"
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"That's very confident of you." Some might think it's a little cocky and unbecoming but Jaenelle never really thinks ill of people if she can help it. Everyone has strengths and weaknesses and Chiana has been a friend to her since her arrival at the Nexus.
"Do you know any magic, Chiana? Is that something that even exists in your world?"
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Jaenelle has a sense that she's very, very good at what she does even among those from other places who also excel in their arenas. Still, she knows that modesty is a virtue and she tries to keep that in mind no matter how extraordinary she can be sometimes. There are advantages and disadvantages to everyone, even her.
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"Then who better to know about plants? Where I come from, some of my dearest friends are creatures one wouldn't expect to be able to carry on a conversation at all, much less an intelligent one. I haven't ever met any plants that can do that, though."
The mistletoe winks in and out again and Jaenelle smiles brilliantly. "We should go celebrate my success. Did you want to go get a drink or something?"
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