MalisVitterfolk

A cool breeze had been sweeping through the golden leaf-covered walkways heralding the arrival of miasma season; the time when all elnin focus on indoor activities and their studies. Nol herself had taken the time to start up a class or two in the village outside of Bellmoril for the local kittoms to teach them the words of the bardic elnin, Croithspeir. They were now planning on putting on their own production in the local town hall and wanted to give presents to all the folk who came to watch as a surprise. Of course, wrapping those presents ended up falling onto teacher Nol's lap and one pair of paws was not going to be able to complete the whole batch before opening night! "Look, I need all of your help in here. I am not wrapping everything by myself!" Nolatari called upstairs to her bushel of kids as she set up the table with wrapping paper, ribbons, bows, and the like. The navy blue elnin added scissors and tape to the pile before hearing the rush of paws on stairs as