Madam Kaereah Bitterdawn

She knew it was coming. She had been reading the signs, listening to the wind, extending her senses into the signature of energy that filled The Red Moon and waited. While she’d done her best to fill the place with a sense of home; boughs of evergreen and winterberry, great braided garlands of holly and mistletoe, candles in red and gold, the scents and sounds of the season - she knew they were all but padding on the cruel edges of reality. 

Among the staff there were a few who, despite their chosen career were welcomed and accepted amongst their families and friends, there were others who were not and never would be. There too were those who had no family and only the friends they had made within the home and halls of The Moon. Such...