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       A Very Blackbird Yuletide 
       By: Brunnhilde Date: January 7, 2015, 6:15 pm
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       The fire crackled and snapped from the cozy living room in
       Gram’s house. Two raven haired teenage girls, Ayra and Kara,
       kneeled by the Yule tree, picking up presents and trying to
       guess what was in each. They burst into giggles as their older
       cousin, Bryndis, shooed them from the tree. Together, Gram,
       Phoebe, and Aunt Blaise all joyfully worked to chop and stir and
       hover over a beautiful Yuletide dinner. Smells of rosemary and
       roasted ham wafted from the oven where they cooked. Tala
       couldn't help but smile as Kara flopped down on the opposite
       couch and snuggled between her mother, Morrigan, and her cousin,
       Trace. It was the perfect time of year for her to finally have
       her whole family together.
       Resting her hand against Marrok’s chest, Tala leaned up to place
       a gentle kiss on his cheek. It was really something special to
       have him here with her whole family. After all, she considered
       him a part of it now as she'd given her heart entirely to him.
       The snow had begun to fall gently outside as Gram called the
       family to the table to eat their Yuletide dinner. Laughter and
       joyous conversation filled the house as they ate together as a
       family for the first time since Tala and Phoebe had been young
       girls.
       It warmed Tala’s heart even more than the fire that continued to
       burn in the old cast iron fireplace. When dinner was finished
       and cleared from the table, everyone slowly began to filter into
       the living room to sit and open gifts. Ayra plucked the spring
       of mistletoe from its place on the ceiling and jokingly held it
       above Tala and Marrok’s heads. Blushing and giggling, Tala
       leaned in to place a sweet kiss on his lips.
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