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Maybe I'll stand here and no one will know I'm under the mistletoe.
One of the very first things Palmon had discovered upon being brought to Santa's workshop was just how man flowers, wreaths and mistletoe there was to be found.
Wandering around in almost a haze her eyes sparkled as she tried to take it all in at once. She found herself admiring different designs of leaves wound around banisters and flowers organized so carefully that someone clearly cared a great deal about them.
But what took the cake for Palmon was the Christmas Trees. Mimi's family had been fans of plastic and fake trees but these were rich with the scent of pine and glowing with lights and shimmery decorations.
Her reason for being brought to this world completely forgotten, this three and a half foot tall plant monster was swept up in the cheer of this place.
So much so that she didn't notice the flower on her head was changing, turning a dark shade of red and becoming a festive poinsettia. Or the person she had just bumped into.
"Oh gosh, I'm sorry!"
Wandering around in almost a haze her eyes sparkled as she tried to take it all in at once. She found herself admiring different designs of leaves wound around banisters and flowers organized so carefully that someone clearly cared a great deal about them.
But what took the cake for Palmon was the Christmas Trees. Mimi's family had been fans of plastic and fake trees but these were rich with the scent of pine and glowing with lights and shimmery decorations.
Her reason for being brought to this world completely forgotten, this three and a half foot tall plant monster was swept up in the cheer of this place.
So much so that she didn't notice the flower on her head was changing, turning a dark shade of red and becoming a festive poinsettia. Or the person she had just bumped into.
"Oh gosh, I'm sorry!"
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Talking plant-child. Talking plant-child.
Bunny had never seen anything like Palmon, but of course he was intrigued. It wasn't often in a life as long as his that he was surprised, and Palmon was wholly unique.
"Busy takin' in the sights, are ya?" he asked, crouching down to her level. It was a more natural position for him than standing upright anyway.
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"It's so busy here! I'm trying not to get in the way but...but wow right?"
She did not however seem the least bit surprised to meet a giant talking rabbit. In fact he wasn't even the first one shed met. If anything the elves were much stranger in her opinion. They were like humans but squashed!
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Even when he hadn't been the only inhabitant in the warren, it had still been a place of calm, suitable for meditative spirits. The bustle of the pole was sometimes pleasant to him, but not for long stretches of time.
"Personally I prefer my hideout, but this place has its purpose. Christmas isn't Easter though."
He surveyed the pole which his usual expression of being half-impressed by it, and quietly missed that North wasn't around to bicker with him over it.
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At the mention of his hide out she became curious, and even more so at the second part.
"Is Easter another holiday like Christmas?"