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The snow was cold beneath Lio’s hooves, but he couldn’t stop to warm them up. No. This was war, and there was no stopping in war. He’d been hit several times already, the ice melting through his sweater. “Lio!” Hart’s playful voice sang through the chilly air. “You’re not hiding very well.” ...

Rice flour, powdered sugar, and water. The three main ingredients to make one of Lio’s favourite treats—dango. It didn’t have to be flavoured or coloured with food colouring. He craved it so often that he finally thought to learn to make it, and who better to teach him than the man himself, Dan? He looked on as Lio weighed and mixed the dough. Once mixed, he separated it into three bowls. A little match in one and a few drops of pink colour in another, leaving one plain. Once tha...

Lio was, to put it plainly, drunk. It wasn’t the first time, nor would it be the last, but between the mochi and the booze, his stomach churned, and his head spun. So far, the Mochi Moon season was turning out to be livelier, and he was having a wonderful time. At least he was until he drank too much. Now, he lay on the floor in his suite, staring up at the ceiling, willing the world to stop spinning. His wish was granted after a while, his eyes slipping closed when...

Lio was chipper as he pranced around the kitchen. He’d been up for hours making mochi, and now that it was finished, he was ready to share it with everyone. He had small stacks of different flavoured mochis on several plates ready to set out to be tried. He flicked his ears when he heard someone’s hoofsteps. He listened a bit closer and smiled. “Hart!” He called. “Hart, come here for a moment.” The bun peeked curiously into the kitchen. “Lio?” He smiled. “What�...

“How many of these did you get?” Khepri asked. “Enough,” Lio said. The two were outside in the courtyard, along with Juno, who watched from a nearby lawn chair. “Too bad Master Judah won’t be joinin’ us tonight,” Juno smirked. “Hart’s got him all wrapped ‘round his fingers.” “Literally,” Lio added. Khepri and Juno laughed in unison. “Let’s go, Lio,” Juno said, waving his hand. “Git to it. Light the sticks.” ...

Hart worked diligently, crafting supplies scattered around him as he glued yet another puffball to the sweater he had spread out on the floor. It was a black sweater to start, the bottom carefully hemmed with white puffed garland for snow. That was, at least, the easiest part to do. Now, he was working on a wreath. He had the wreath itself done, white tinsel garland carefully stitched into a circle on the sweater. From there, he was adding the puffballs as baubles and holly berries. Pe...

Judah was pacing in his office. Back and forth, back and forth, wracking his brain for some kind of idea of what to do. Cherubuns had ways of doing things, and from the book Hart had brought home, Judah felt like he wasn’t doing enough. He could buy all the gifts he wanted for people—his employees—and Hart. Were his employees his friends? He wasn’t sure he’d call them that. Was Hart his friend, or was he something else? He paused his pacing and stoo...

There was some kind of noise happening in Judah’s house. Between the bird songs and the howling, there was singing. A sound very much not typical inside his home. He followed the sound, peeking into different rooms, and finally, when he found the origin, he watched silently. He observed the scene in front of him. His decorative pillows were on the floor, Whiskey and Tango, his and Hart’s Wulvens were lying and sitting on two of them, howling softly with the...

His tail twitched. He watched as Hart twisted together plants in an intricate circle. It wasn’t the first one he’d woven together today. No. It was the third. The previous two had already been hung on the front door and the wall in the kitchen. “Do you want to try to make one?” Hart asked him. Judah frowned—more than he already did. “No.” Cutsie things like that weren’t for him. He’d never done them, nor did he have the desire to do so. He upturne...