Yuletide Youtube: Saturday Stories
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From "long Time Gone" collected in Candle in the Dark
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Potions, Lotions and Motions had always burned their Yule log from the first day of the festival. It was a tradition that went back to Colby's great-grandfather, who'd owned the shop for forty years before he passed everything—the stores, the building, and most importantly the traditions—to Colby's grandmother, and then to his mother, and then to him, almost five years ago on his thirtieth birthday. Kayden always asked, after that, what motions even meant in that context, because it sounded like something that belonged in Parliament, not on a store front, but the name was a part of the history and tradition of the shop.
Tradition said that Colby, owner of the town's oldest and strongest magic shop, had to be the first to select his Yule log, generally accompanied by a group of small children who came along to offer their expertise. It was fun, if freezing, and usually followed by hot mead on their triumphant return, supplied by Becky who ran the yarn shop next to Potions. Colby had been part of the quest from the time he was four years old, and he wouldn't stop it, not for anything. It was just that, for the first year since they were four years old, he had to go out without Kayden.
“You keep that face, the wind'll change and you'll be stuck that way,” Becky said from her position next to Colby, watching her partner corral the kids to head into the woods.
She didn't mention the way Colby's hand had curled around the charm for safety he hadn't taken off since Kayden left with the Guard eight months ago. Just for that, Colby did his best to shake off his melancholy and smile.
He did love the quest for the log, and he couldn't let his own mood sour it for the others.
“You should come with us. You're already dressed the part." Colby flicked the bright pink bobble of Becky's hat as she ducked, batting his hand away. He was lucky to have her and Tria for friends, even if he did sometimes wish they'd leave him alone to mope.
“Not tradition.” Becky tweaked Colby's scarf and patted his shoulder. “Go on, before the kids go without you.”
Colby couldn't keep from grinning at the group of kids gathered in front of the stores, all of them wrapped in coats and boots, eager to be part of a tradition that went back centuries and more. Even missing Kayden couldn't entirely extinguish the warmth and belonging that came with the quest.
“Kids, you ready?” he called, and the answering cheers were better than anything, but Kayden appearing, for lifting Colby into the start of the Yule celebrations.
Merry Moments:
Story time:
From "long Time Gone" collected in Candle in the Dark
Amazon
Square ebook
Square paperback
Potions, Lotions and Motions had always burned their Yule log from the first day of the festival. It was a tradition that went back to Colby's great-grandfather, who'd owned the shop for forty years before he passed everything—the stores, the building, and most importantly the traditions—to Colby's grandmother, and then to his mother, and then to him, almost five years ago on his thirtieth birthday. Kayden always asked, after that, what motions even meant in that context, because it sounded like something that belonged in Parliament, not on a store front, but the name was a part of the history and tradition of the shop.
Tradition said that Colby, owner of the town's oldest and strongest magic shop, had to be the first to select his Yule log, generally accompanied by a group of small children who came along to offer their expertise. It was fun, if freezing, and usually followed by hot mead on their triumphant return, supplied by Becky who ran the yarn shop next to Potions. Colby had been part of the quest from the time he was four years old, and he wouldn't stop it, not for anything. It was just that, for the first year since they were four years old, he had to go out without Kayden.
“You keep that face, the wind'll change and you'll be stuck that way,” Becky said from her position next to Colby, watching her partner corral the kids to head into the woods.
She didn't mention the way Colby's hand had curled around the charm for safety he hadn't taken off since Kayden left with the Guard eight months ago. Just for that, Colby did his best to shake off his melancholy and smile.
He did love the quest for the log, and he couldn't let his own mood sour it for the others.
“You should come with us. You're already dressed the part." Colby flicked the bright pink bobble of Becky's hat as she ducked, batting his hand away. He was lucky to have her and Tria for friends, even if he did sometimes wish they'd leave him alone to mope.
“Not tradition.” Becky tweaked Colby's scarf and patted his shoulder. “Go on, before the kids go without you.”
Colby couldn't keep from grinning at the group of kids gathered in front of the stores, all of them wrapped in coats and boots, eager to be part of a tradition that went back centuries and more. Even missing Kayden couldn't entirely extinguish the warmth and belonging that came with the quest.
“Kids, you ready?” he called, and the answering cheers were better than anything, but Kayden appearing, for lifting Colby into the start of the Yule celebrations.
