Date: 2012-12-28 11:20 am (UTC)
Lilith chased little Cian down the hall. She was laughing and he was giggling and screaming. His little wings trying to flap off and on in his playful attempts to escape. His mother chased him, making pretend growls at him.

"I'm gonna get you!" She cooed at him and he squealed, toddling around a doorway. Lilith followed and found Cian standing still staring in awe at the pretty Christmas tree and all the presents. "Oh my goodness. It looks like we do get a little Christmas."

"Mommy, look! Pretty tree." Cian pointed, looking up at his mother to make sure she'd seen what he'd seen. He was rather bright for his age (well his relative age) and had a tendency to impress her with his clarity.
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