InsaneJournal

WHO: Yvaine, open to Obi-Wan and Tahiri
WHAT: This wasn't the gift she had planned.
WHEN: BACKDATED to December 25, early morning
WHERE: Her flat
RATING: PG?
STATUS: Narrative/open to others

They didn't call it Yule here, except in a few scattered references in songs to "Yuletide treasure" and such. She'd known the world beyond the wall was different, from Tristan's stories. Apparently this one was a copy of his, without any of the familiarities she was used to. But the days grew shorter and the nights grew longer, and the humans raised their tiny lights against the dark, praying for the return of the sun.

The celebration was rather different among the stars, of course; the longest night was the pinnacle of their year, and they had danced and sang the whole night through, leaving their watchposts to whirl above the world. And she'd thought she would give that as a gift to her erstwhile companion. She had no money of her own and he'd lent her a little to buy a gift for Tahiri, but asking for more seemed crass. Particularly when it was for his own present. And nothing she could think of would have suited - even recording it would have left the music dead and dry and dull. So she would sing for him, as the night fell away before the rising sun.

That had been her plan, anyway. She'd gone to the balcony early, letting the chill air comb through her hair and press her dress against her legs, and thought again about how she'd planned to modify the music so that it could be approximated in one voice. And then the spheres had appeared, and spoken to her in a child's voice and moved to caress her with their blades flashing silver in the dawn's light. She didn't have a chance to turn and run. The star fell once more.