[For someone who's not going to recognize most of the holidays or the traditions this party is meant to cover, Regis is sure studying that poor, under-decorated tree hard. Anyone who passes to near him is probably going to notice it's just a touch colder than it is in any other area of the room, and the reason for that temperature drop hovers and rolls calmly above his left hand.
Snowflakes. Icicles. Real ones. Not anything made out of paper or glass.
His inner Lucis Caelum is showing and this could either be very good or very bad.]
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Snowflakes. Icicles. Real ones. Not anything made out of paper or glass.
His inner Lucis Caelum is showing and this could either be very good or very bad.]