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| Hearne | Wed Dec 28, 2016 8:24 pm Post #1 |
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As the sun lowered in the sky to twilight, the citizens of the small village bordering Norwood gathered into the Eastern field separating them from the forest proper. As the silvery light of night replaced the warm sunset, they readied their instruments and set to lighting the lanterns set around the field one by one. Children began shouting and cheering as the brush rustled, parting to reveal the final guest to the Midwinter celebrations. Snow crunched under the great beast's hooves, steam billowing from its nostrils in the crisp air. The tawny fur turned to a soft cream color on its underside, all rabbit-soft and seemingly untouched by the snow, thickest around its hooves. It appeared a combination of a great elk and one of the Striberg battle horses, tall and heavily muscled with great antlers carved with fae runes and whorl patterns. It held a rope clenched in its teeth, pulling along a sled behind it heaping with fresh foods, several pies still steaming as if fresh from the oven. Dropping the burden once it neared the center of the field, several parents let go of their children to let them charge the animal as a mob, smiling at their childrens' joy as they ran fingers through the creature's fur and giggled as they hung onto its antlers while it swung them to and fro. The children squealed as they swung and the elk raised its head to the sky and gave an echoing bugle, eliciting several laughs from the adults. A single robed man entered the circle from the forest unannounced, but was quickly noticed for the purple lights glowing beneath his hood. He pulled a burlap sack from the sled and approached the children mobbing the great beast, handing out dolls and wooden swords to any who wished them. Some of the children began mock battles while Hearne ran slowly around the field, being chased by many reaching hands just out of reach and giving snuffling laughs. After nearly an hour's play with the villagers, the beast slowed and the lights began to brighten at once. Slowly their hue shifted to an earthy green, flames beginning to flicker as if in a harsh wind. The beast inhaled deeply and started a long, deep cry. One by one the flames burst into a scattering of moth-shaped cinders, lanterns trailing smoke as their flames departed. The field, cleared of villagers, was now inhabited by the swarm of elderfire moths. Bathed in green light, the elk glowed brighter and brighter from within. The beast burst into a greater swarm of moths that joined their brethren and fluttered to each of the inhabitants of the village, curing their pains and ailments, filling them with joy and new life. Hearne watched from beyond the treeline as the festivities began again, music flaring to life as children staged heroic fights and the feasting began. Hearne fell back, feeling the rushing of planes as he collapsed into his seat at the Gingered Mare. Branse entered from the back room holding two glasses and a dusty bottle, grinning as he pulled his hood down with a pinky finger. “I don't know about you, but I could use a drink after all that hard work.” The Ivyn set the glasses down and poured a measure for both of them. “Heavy lifting? Every year I get to bless the damned village and wrestle a damned swarm of brats and you get to hand out toys and disappear during the lights show.” Hearne grumbled, not quite able to push the smile off his face. “And it's the happiest I see you all year. You're a big 'ol softie, darlin. Sorry to spoil your delusions of grit.” They tapped glasses and Hearne relaxed, grin widening, nodding a thanks to the man as they drank as one, surrendering to fatigue and good cheer. |
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