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dreamcrystals2021-11-07 07:44 pm
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Sender: Madhuri
To: All
Subject: Of Saints and Helpers
Good evening, wonderful dreamers. My name is Madhuri. May I tell you all a story? It's one of my favorites.
There once was a terrible war between dragons and the people of Ishgard, the mountain nation always draped in a chilly blanket of snow and ice. Many lost their homes, and many children lost their families. But on the bitterest nights, a group of Ishgardian knights and their captain would sneak the little ones into their barracks for a warm place to sleep and a bite to eat. This was strictly forbidden, and many of the men and women of the knights did what they could to keep them hidden during barrack inspections, even having them hide in the big red coats that came standard with their uniforms!
Years later, the now-grown children wouldn't let the knights' kindness be forgotten. During the coldest weeks of the Sixth Umbral Moon, they dressed in scarlet and traveled the realm, bestowing gifts upon children in kind. They passed it forward, and in years beyond, those children grew and continued the tradition of spreading happiness to others. In time, the captain of those Ishgardian knights became something of a legend, a man with a snowy beard who would become the Saint of Nymeia the Spinner.
To this day, children would write their wishes in letters to the Saint and tuck them away beneath decorated fir trees, hoping he will come and deliver those wishes to Nymeia Herself. When the Sixth Umbral Moon comes about again, red-coated figures calling themselves the Saint's Little Helpers set about their task of granting those wishes.
By my estimates, that time's around the corner, isn't it? I wonder if that old Saint's ears can pick up the rustle of an envelope from this far away, tucked in a world of dreams...?
To: All
Subject: Of Saints and Helpers
Good evening, wonderful dreamers. My name is Madhuri. May I tell you all a story? It's one of my favorites.
There once was a terrible war between dragons and the people of Ishgard, the mountain nation always draped in a chilly blanket of snow and ice. Many lost their homes, and many children lost their families. But on the bitterest nights, a group of Ishgardian knights and their captain would sneak the little ones into their barracks for a warm place to sleep and a bite to eat. This was strictly forbidden, and many of the men and women of the knights did what they could to keep them hidden during barrack inspections, even having them hide in the big red coats that came standard with their uniforms!
Years later, the now-grown children wouldn't let the knights' kindness be forgotten. During the coldest weeks of the Sixth Umbral Moon, they dressed in scarlet and traveled the realm, bestowing gifts upon children in kind. They passed it forward, and in years beyond, those children grew and continued the tradition of spreading happiness to others. In time, the captain of those Ishgardian knights became something of a legend, a man with a snowy beard who would become the Saint of Nymeia the Spinner.
To this day, children would write their wishes in letters to the Saint and tuck them away beneath decorated fir trees, hoping he will come and deliver those wishes to Nymeia Herself. When the Sixth Umbral Moon comes about again, red-coated figures calling themselves the Saint's Little Helpers set about their task of granting those wishes.
By my estimates, that time's around the corner, isn't it? I wonder if that old Saint's ears can pick up the rustle of an envelope from this far away, tucked in a world of dreams...?