Nyx continues her gracious Yule tradition with the deities. (originally published December 2019)
I left the table and slipped another glass of champagne from a waiter’s tray as it glided by.
I better slow up on these or I’ll be all over Dinlas later, I thought as I took a sip. Then I shrugged.
There’s worse things to do tonight.
I could feel Hekate before I ever saw her, and I followed her magic to the center of the hall where she was surrounded by enraptured staff and a fascinated Viridios. A beautiful dagger rested in her hand, the handle fashioned in the shape of an ornate key. She twirled it around her finger, making some of the staff flinch horribly, until she tossed it in the air, high above their heads. A collective gasp came from the spectators, and it landed with a satisfying hiss into its sheath on her hip. Enthusiastic applause followed as Hekate took a swig of something dark…
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