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[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Puck does so loathe this season.

But in spite of his bitter sentiment, one must do what one can to eke some enjoyment out of the winter months. In that spirit, once the sun set and the stars came out tonight, Puck made his way out of doors for the first time in many, many weeks.

What he is doing now might be referred to as skating on the frozen lake. That is, if anyone could identify anything on his feet that resembled skates.

Or shoes.

What can be identified is a series of flickering lights, purest white, which bob about him as he goes, now at his feet and now framing his face. They might be lantern-lights, or very large fireflies.

(The smart money, of course, is that they aren't either one.)


[ooc: open 'til it scrolls, kids.]

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[river_meimei]

River's smile sparks in involuntary answer, though she looks a little uncertain as to what she's smiling about.

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Puck's smile carries on regardless.

He's helpful like that.

"I hope the season has ta'en kindly to you, mistress. It can be such a cunning and an inhospitable time."

[river_meimei]

...

"It's for presents," River says earnestly, and with a sad lack of cultural relativism.

Then, a shade more hesitantly, "Got walls. In the generalities."

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

"Mmmm," Puck agrees, nodding.

"Generally, I do deem it best."

[river_meimei]

"That's because you're greedy," River says sagely.

But friendly-like!

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Puck laughs.

"Mistress, I meant as to walls."

[river_meimei]

"They're a standard form of insulation."

Presumably this is agreement.

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

"And yet," Puck says, wrinkling his nose, "all too easily knocked askance."

[river_meimei]

River makes a face at him.

It's probably a stop knocking over walls, Puck face, although it could be grumpy agreement too. Interpretation is in the eye of the beholder.

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Puck finds it is often politic to interpret River favorably, as when she is left to interpret herself it often falls out poorly for him.

Therefore, he simply smiles wryly.

"Do you not think, mistress, that I have learnt that? After such circumstance as you and I have known?"

[river_meimei]

River hesitates.

Maybe it's just to double-check what she's actually hearing. River runs a lot of double-checks with reality.

(Maybe it's because of delicate subjects.)

Then, "Sometimes it's fragile."

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Puck frowns at her, considering this.

He agrees, "Yes."

A pause. He raises his hand slightly, and the fairy-lights cluster around it as if they were a flock of bright birds.

"Betimes it is."

[river_meimei]

River follows the fairy-lights with her eyes, and her face softens. ('Charmed' would be the term, if she weren't talking to someone with whom that word has a rather more literal meaning.)

"Betimes," she says to the lights.

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

And the lights, as she watches them, drift gently towards her. It's only neighborly. Their progress is slow, and Puck is quiet while they are about it.





Then he smiles.

"Shall you have something of me for Christmas, River Tam?"

[river_meimei]

River glances at him, distracted from her curious regarding of the drifting lights.

"It's New Year's," she says, but it's absent.

Then, a little more uncertainly, "They'll call it a trade." Her voice doesn't rise in question, but the tilt of her head and steadiness of her gaze make it one.

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

"They should," Puck notes absently, "but I would tender a gift, mistress, and not a bargain."

[river_meimei]

River grins, quick and brightly approving.

"Okay."

(Puck will get a present back anyway.

It seems fair.)