Chapter 10: Traditions
Prompt: r/fanfiction's mini prompt for December 8th: Whirl'd Peas - 100 words - A (disastrous) miscommunication.
Words: 100
Rating: G
POV: Nichole (f!Inquisitor)
Theme: Holiday cheer
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Nichole groaned, laying her head against the table. She'd gone to Bevin to figure out what she'd done wrong this time. Bevin was plainly exasperated, but not at all surprised, much to her chagrin. So, here she sat through another lecture on racial sensitivity.
Half the holiday traditions she'd grown up with came off as offensive to Thedosians.
Mistletoe - called something she couldn't remember - was bad luck. Santa's helpers were caricatured slaves. Elf on a Shelf was a no-go. Solas had scowled when told the tradition behind the red and white Christmas hats she'd made.
"Elves aren't fantasy creatures here."
