There was a heavy thump against the door, then another, then it popped open and slammed against the wall. A swirl of breeze and hair and cloak stumbled in, tripped, and divested a pile of brightly-wrapped presents all over the floor.
It was followed, a moment later, by a tall young-looking man with long auburn hair and bright green eyes, who shut the door behind them before offering a hand up to his mother.
Ghet took Rhagi's hand, pushed a wealth of long red hair and fabric off her face, and gave the floor a baleful look. After a moment, she transferred it to her brother-in-law. "Your door sticks, you cheap bastard," she yelled cheerfully across the room at Galain. "Also I appear to have squashed Yule. Probably not for the first time, but who can remember. Oo, strangers! Hello, you're pretty!" she announced, probably to Theara.
"Mum..." Rhagi hissed, flushing with embarrassment.
"What? Oh, right. Probably don't want to cramp Chez's style. Someone should clean up this mess. Can I smell mulled wine?"
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