On the first day of Christmas my True Love gave to me… crap, that's not going to rhyme. :D

Enjoy, nonetheless.


The two girls sway their hips and frolic about the brightly lit lounge room of the late Gordon Edgely. The Christmas song of theirs is almost salsa-like, and it is enticing to dance along to. So enticing, that the echo of Gordon Edgely standing in the doorway is almost drawn to dance along.

"What album is this, Tanith?"

"White Christmas- Bing Crosby, why do you ask?"

The dark-haired dancing girl suddenly stops; her lips curling at the edges. "That sounds rather old. Do you think I should invite Skulduggery over? He might like to dance."

"Because it's old?"

Valkyrie nods and shrugs at the same time, resulting in a rather twitchy movement.

"And, because Skulduggery is old?"

"Precisely,"

Echo Gordon resists the urge to laugh at his niece's comment and gives in to the music, swaying his hips slightly.

The two girls find it rather unsettling as his hip would disappear through the doorframe. Nevertheless, Tanith joins in, leaving Valkyrie utterly gobsmacked.


Don't even ask.

:)