Jill was putting the finishing touches on a few gifts and setting them beneath the tree. She smiles a bit as she does so. Her voices humming "Jingle Bells" as she moves around. She steps back for a moment, sighing, her face glowing in the soft light around her and she nods to herself. She's in a blue dress, somewhat medieval style but nothing too

Jill sits, curled up by the fire in one of the living rooms with a good book that Bar had procured her. It was a book of poetry and she seemed to be enjoying it quite a bit. The roaring fire next to her bouncing off her face and giving her a look of innocence as her eyes flew across the pages. She idly sips tea from a cup next to her and sighs. She ( Read more... )