Title: Silent Night
Prompt: Church (11/25)
Character(s): Jaenelle Angelline
Word Count: 161
Jaenelle sat against Lorn's body, cradled between his forearm and his chest, listening to the loud beat of his heart. He dozed, and she looked at the Jewels in her lap with wonder. The light dancing across their facets intrigued her. Their tug on her mind seduced her.
While her family celebrated a poor facsimile of Winsol, she left to spend time with people who understood it, with people who cared. Lorn cared. Draca cared. They understood what it meant to dance for the glory of Witch.
Saetan did, too, but being with him on this night hurt her too much for some inexplicable reason.
So she closed her eyes and vanished the Jewels, all but one Black Jewel. Curling her fingers around it, she held it to her chest and closed her eyes. The dark power of the Keep, of the mountain, of the dragon beside her, wrapped around her and cocooned her, and she fell into a peaceful sleep.