anubis [★] you were always singing along

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— kiira | tanglewood | medic —

Soft crinkle of paper and gentle breaths.  A splash of alabaster and white beneath a tree, tucked into a book.  A rather large tome, smelling of dust and days long past.  Strange writing scrawled on the pages -- certainly not English or any other common tongue.  Quietly, a tongue clicked, lips moving to mouth foreign words.  Spells.  Old knowledge.

Quick of mind and eagerness in abundance, the little vixen quickly learned limits to her powers.  Her new favorite spell book simply weighed too much to lift.  With care then, she'd have to carry it back home... Later.  A comfortable place she had found, just on the outskirts of town.

One problem... The dancing of her mismatched hues never bothered to move upwards, away from her book.  Someone into the holiday spirit had snuck some mischief in the branches.  Mistletoe.  Well.  The medic had always been a little naïve and oblivious -- unlikely she'd care if she had noticed the infamous plant.

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