Second Annual Holiday Fair

[handyplothole]

Nobody knows quite how it started, but soon it's unmistakable. Once again the stalls and tables have begun to cluster on the lawn, some of them bedecked with streamers and decorations, all of them laden with interesting things. The chilly breeze blowing up toward the Mansion brings laughter with it, and lively voices, and scents of cinnamon spice

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[allbutfreedom]

This table is draped with a bright-colored cloth, and laid out at one end with embroidered linens: napkins, towels, tablecloths, pillowcases, with intricate floral patterns or network designs in shining colors. At the other end are several batches of something resembling gingerbread, and a pot of hot cocoa.

[sixpearls]

Mary smiles at her with mild relief and comes to the table. "Oh, goodness, it has been a long time."

[allbutfreedom]

"Good day," with a friendly if slightly blank smile.

[sixpearls]

"Terribly long," she amends. "I do not believe we have spoken since last year--do you recall, I put a bit of my stitching on your table?"

[allbutfreedom]

"Oh! Yes, of course. Forgive me." She smiles again in apology, and offers a mug.

[sixpearls]

"Oh, no, no, of course not." Mary takes it gratefully and holds it in her hands. "My, it's gotten cold so quickly."

[allbutfreedom]

"Do you think so?" surprised.

[sixpearls]

"I have been dreadfully cold lately. But I suppose I am not quite as hardy," apologetically.