The ebon-haired Altmer watched the exchange of well wishes and warm embraces with a scowl. ❛... ❜ It seems he’ll spend the remainder of the holidays alone and busy with his work.

Bright golden eyes glanced up from one of the many spelltomes he read so religiously to meet her. ❛ On the contrary, I can’t think of a better way to spend this time of year huddled up in my furs and drinking hot tea... Alas, I cannot... too much to be done.❜ He frowned.

Big sigh. Vhalyn must take a trip down to the Soul Cairn soon... He has... business with the Ideal Masters. Lucky for him, they’ve taken quite a liking to the Necromancer and haven’t betrayed him, yet...

I post this old Christmas photo because I just noticed my pocket square is my sister’s hamster.

He’s finally finished with his work and can relax. The Soul Cairn can wait... tonight he’ll spend his time reading and drinking canis root tea.

❛ Perhaps... although I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to put it on hold and relax...❜ He shrugged casually, a slight smirk curving the edges of his mouth. ❛ Ah, I haven’t introduced myself... I am Vhalyn Galerion.❜

He simply watches from afar, scowling and wrapped up in his fur blankets

He is rather weary... Staying up three days straight to prepare for his trip to the Soul Cairn has not been kind to him...

——; Tʜᴇ Nᴇᴄʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇʀ ᴄʀᴇᴅɪᴛ: ᴍᴏʀᴋᴇᴛ

The Altmer yawned softly, blowing air into his warm tea; wisps of steam slithering up into the air.

elven squinting...

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