day one hundred and fifty-five: saturday, december 25th

[majorarc]

[ Christmas carols can be heard sang throughout the streets come early morning, all various versions heard all over the world. It's melodious and peaceful, and the perfect start to a snowy, if a little crisp, Christmas morning.

But come afternoon, smoke begins to billow across the island as the candles multiply in numbers throughout trees and homes, and the fireplaces roar into life. Pine trees and Christmas decorations are highly flammable, after all-- your houses have been filled to the brim with kindling for the Rulers to utilize at their leisure.

The fires will continue well into the night, spreading through the residential districts and even going so far as the forest surrounding the castle, trees going up in embers and wildlife attempting to find sanctuary, much like the residents.

The Christmas carols sung past morning are in two familiar voices-- Justice and Judgement. ]

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[nymeriarya]

[Arya's gotten out of her house by now, the burning fireplace reducing a good lot of it to smolders. The only thing in her room that wasn't burning to a crisp was her shining red slippers, so she'd toed them on as fast as she could, running for the door.

She's searching the Lilac district as best as she can, but all the smoke is getting in her eyes and mouth, and the lack of oxygen is making little Arya dizzy. As much as she tries to fight it, the smoke is going to her brain...]

Got to...keep them safe...no more dragons...wicked dragons...

[She's in the middle of a coughing fit after her last few words, and shakes her head. Her hallucinations are getting worse and worse by the minute, and she can almost see scaly skin and huge, leathery wings in the smoke. She pulls out her mirror, coughing and shouting as loud as she can into it over the roar of the flames.]

Sansa! ...Derek...S-Stiles, Waver...where are you?? The dragons...

[Pushing forward through the smoke, she coughs again, almost choking on it.]

The dragons have come back...!