...Perhaps Greatfather Winter can reach us, even here...
[Duibhín is quiet for a moment, likely contemplating his gifts. A new change of clothes mean a new, warmer robe of an elaborate blue and black
color. He holds them up, examining them with a slightly softer smile before gently folding them and putting them to the side.]
And food! Gingerbread cookies and spiced cider! Ah!
[Happy Blood elf is happy. Like Myhrta, he was worried he would miss the feasting as well. Those ears are crinkled in happiness as he takes in the small bounty, sighing. Glancing at the screen after a moment, he resumes that smile. It seems as if something crawls in his lap, as he makes the motions of petting an invisible creature, but otherwise things appear normal.]
Belated or not...ah...Happy Winter Veil.