In the Villa this year rather than her home in the mountains Thorn prepared and laid out a feast fit for some royal Court.

Tables groaned under the weight of course after course of food set out Buffet Style for everyone's convenience.

Small gifts, tokens of Thorn's appreciation served as place marks at the main table. Small things, delicately formed, meticulously stitched representations of each person. Lacking in facial features, they were still accurate down to the different colored scales on Skid's arms, the near perfect shade of red Indarra's skin.

Laughter and warmth, affection and cheer. A welcoming place for those who may not have one of their own and a warm embrace for those who might just need a little bit more.