Castle of Ezogaer

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Date: 12/25/97 11:57 AM Pacific Daylight Time
From: CygnetSera

(After leaving the stronghold of Ezogaer and turning it over to Morte, the mother of Aggy, heir apparent and Duke of Ezogaer, Cygnet returned to the castle her deceased husband had built for her .)

It was Christmas morning. The Seraph Angel didn't know if Christmas was even celebrated in Rhydin. She sat in her suite, having woke early by an alarming feeling that caused her much anxiety. Cygnet sat in the wing chair she had brought with her from the celestial realm. Positioning it so she could gaze out the leaded glass window, she watched the snow drift downward in swirls of white, her visage blank and lost in the abyss of her deepest
thoughts.

Next to the chair was a small cherrywood table with carved ball and claw legs. Upon the table was a simple crystal vase that held the roses Heath had given her the other night in the arena... his Christmas gift to her he had said.

Tucking her legs beneath her, sinking back into the puffy down cushion at her back, the angel closed her eyes.

She wondered if the battlefield would be a blanket of white come tomorrow night.





Cygnet Seraphin-UzieIDuchess of EzogaerFallen 1st of the 9 OrdersKeeper of the Queue, ad call, DoS~cUs~¥