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[In the forest behind the chapel, near but not in sight of the onsen, Will is practicing Christmas Carols. He's good at this, his choir-boy training shining through. The softly falling snow, the secluded location, the plaintive notes of his soprano singing voice and the distance from the raging snowball fight elsewhere in camp, all combine to make this a very peaceful scene.]
We Three Kings of Orient are,
Bearing gifts we travel afar,
Moor and mountain, field and fountain,
Following yonder star.
[This scene is so peaceful in card, so postcard-perfect, in fact, that it would almost be a shame not to ruin it.]
((augh sorry guys. Lunch, an unexpected guest and then my net dying all coincided. I'm back, I'm sorry, and if I disappear again, blame my net and know I will be back to pick up as soon as I can. ETA: Grandparents need help with some errands -- back in 30 mins or so.))
We Three Kings of Orient are,
Bearing gifts we travel afar,
Moor and mountain, field and fountain,
Following yonder star.
[This scene is so peaceful in card, so postcard-perfect, in fact, that it would almost be a shame not to ruin it.]
((augh sorry guys. Lunch, an unexpected guest and then my net dying all coincided. I'm back, I'm sorry, and if I disappear again, blame my net and know I will be back to pick up as soon as I can. ETA: Grandparents need help with some errands -- back in 30 mins or so.))