Prompt: Peace on earth and good will to men

Peace on Earth…

"You don't understand!" the man cried. "You can't do this to me!"

"Someone shut him up…" complained Triana. She and Garen dragged the man, who was a priest in the retinue of Lord Naft of the Northern reaches, and thus attired in a huge fur cloak, toward the dungeons.

Lord Naft had insulted Lord Rahl terribly, but, as all his Mord'Sith knew well, Lord Rahl wasn't ready to deal with his insolence properly. So, the priest would suffer for it.

Cara told herself it didn't signify, but the truth was that Lord Naft annoyed her. If only Lord Rahl would let her train him

"This is feeble sport," said Denna, critically surveying their captive. "Look at him—What's-Her-Name, the new girl, could break him."

"Please!" Lord Naft's priest begged.

"I don't know," protested Dahlia, "What's-Her-Name only started her training yesterday."

"Exactly," Denna said sharply.

"This is our Creatormas gift for Lord Rahl," Cara said reprovingly. "You should show proper respect."

Denna rolled her eyes. "Lord Rahl's pet," she said contemptuously—but they all knew she was jealous.

Cara stepped menacingly forward—she always got cranky at Creatormas—

"Creatormas!" said the priest, as one grasping at straws. "Is a time for peace on earth—" Garen kicked him viciously, but he valiantly continued—"and good will toward men!"

The five Mord'Sith stared at him blankly for a long moment. Then Cara started to laugh.

Denna gasped and laughed until she cried—Cara hung onto Denna's shoulder for support—Triana said, between guffaws, "Happy Creatormas!"

Dahlia hit the priest over the head with her agiel, knocking him unconscious—"before he kills us all!" she wheezed, hysterically.

"To die laughing…" Garen mused, much struck.

"Good will—" gasped Cara. Unaccountable tears pricked her eyelids, and she buried her face in Denna's shoulder.

Happy Creatormas, indeed.