Jericho's green eyes flickered in the firelight. No other light was on, turning the three people in the small room a golden color. Adeline was smiling, her hands held firmly together.
Where Herald came from, no one could be sure when holidays came around. There was no set calendar, along with no guarantee of how long a holiday could last, some going on for only a few hours.
This holiday, Chanukah as Jericho had signed, was beautiful. Many thanks would be in order.
Herald smiled. Being invited once was fantastic, but he surely wished to come again in the future.
His mother lit the candles one by one from right to left, just as she had done for years. There was a grace in her movements, and a deep smile on her face.
Across from him, Herald smiled.
This year, it had been harder than before to decide whether or not to leave his mountain and come home. Now, all his past thoughts seemed silly; what could be better than this?
His mother began reciting prayers, older than them both. Jericho signed along with her.
Jericho could have celebrated alone on his mountain, but it never would've been the same.