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Date Posted: 13:03:34 12/27/07 Thu
Author: celtgirl
Subject: There would be whiskey for certain, a good fire in the hearth, storytelling and just a lovely feeling of peace over their household- the only relation they have to worry about at Christmas is Pat after all. :) As to his Lordship, last I checked he was celebrating Christmas with his own inimitable style>>>>
In reply to: Elaine 's message, "Now I'm not asking for a snippet, cg, but I was just wondering how our Friends From Belfast might be celebrating the holidays. Just curious..." on 20:48:54 12/26/07 Wed

copyright 2007 Cindy Brandner

“I was going to wait for morning,” he said, “but I believe I would rather give this to you now.”

“What is it?” she asked, looking at the enormous three-sided box Jamie was holding out to her. Her eyes met his from under the brim of her hat, wisps of red hair glimmering in the light from the stove.

“It’s a gift for you.”

She tilted her head, distinctive brows drawing together quizzically, and then Jamie placed the box in front of her, turning it with the open side toward her.

The grey eyes opened wide, the colour deepening to a twilit pleasure. “Oh Yasha.”

“Well,” he said, feeling suddenly awkward, “I was limited in materials, but I did the best I could.”

Below Violet’s thin white hands lay an entire fairyland, built of lichens and moss, cones and bits of wood. Small houses made from carved sticks and unfurled birch bark, snow dusted trees of pine and fir twigs, chimneys constructed from lake pebbles and a small village pathway that sparkled here and there with the meteor debris they’d collected that day in the taiga. But the focus of this fairyland, was the large house entirely made of stones Jamie had collected over the course of the summer and autumn- small bits of broken glass had been shaved into windows, the blunter edged rocks forming the turrets on the rounded stone towers. And in the courtyard, a carriage that he’d had Shura carve to his expectations from a piece of fine-grained birch and two matched horses on which were bridles, reins and harnesses linking them to the carriage, fashioned from old bits of leather that had been discarded or that he’d traded both chocolate and tea for. Beside the carriage stood a tiny bird of a figurine, dressed in sober grey. She was being handed up into the carriage by a large figure with craggy features and a shock of wild black hair in miniature.

“It’s Thornfield,” Violet exclaimed, clapping her hands in pure, childlike delight. “Oh Yasha. It’s the day Edward takes Jane shopping for dresses, isn’t it?”

“When her happiness is still untainted,” Jamie said quietly, knowing that for Violet that was the best part of the story. He supposed that in some way she could relate it to her own experience with Andrei, the moments of passion, before the long winter of isolation obliterated it all.

She looked up, eyes bright as first morning stars, glittering with unshed tears.

“He said there was no one like you and that he had known it from the first- that he would never have another friend such as you- I see now that he was telling the truth.”

“And not exaggerating, as Andrei is wont to do?” Jamie said to deflect the talk away from himself.

She stood. “You don’t fool me, Yasha.” Then she stretched up and kissed him gently. “Thank you- you have given me magic.”

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