Shakespeare meets Clement Clarke Moore, and a few more, on this night before Midwinter?

Shang-Li peered past her reflection to search the inky sky. Nothing.

“There she goes again.” The whispering wasn’t soft in the Great Hall behind her.

“Hush, Sadira, or you shall be sent to bed.” Pergi’s voice held all the haughtiness of an eight-year old bossing the only person she could.

Sadira’s squeak came right on cue, “Noooo! It’s Midwinter’s Eve. No one has to sleep until midnight.”

“Moth...