Millie's Christmas Festival
It was that time of year again; the town square, which usually remained rather lifeless during the cold, harsh winter, was now decorated and alive with lights and tinsel and the smell of fresh food. There is smoke wafting from a cheery little bakery, and the scent of hot cocoa and roasting chestnuts hangs heavy in the air. Above the din of the crowd, you can hear the excited chattering of children, and off to your side, a bonfire crackles merrily near the edge of the square, warming all those weary folk who get a bit overwhelmed by the festivities. There are street vendors, and people doing tricks, or handing out little gifts.
A reindeer snorts but remains still as children clamber over his back and pet his velvety nose. The little torken, draculi, Tali and sahound that litter the petting zoo romp and play in the warm hay, the glow from the lamps that hang above their mangers echoing that of the starlight above. A huge Christmas tree has been placed at the head of the square, just beyond a burbling fountain filled with honking geese. It's massive branches reach higher than you can see, but at the tip-top, there is a brightly glowing star, it's light shining down on the festivities. Presents, of course, litter the ground at it's trunk, and excited children shake them with wide grins, hoping to discover what is inside.
And yet, despite all the merriment, there is one soul who stands off to the side. She is a tiny little thing, probably no more than the size of a small pony, but she watches the festivities with twinkling eyes and a fond smile. A little sleigh sits behind her, one that she is hooked up to. It is loaded with a sack that bulges with presents, but despite the weight of her burden, the little creature doesn’t seem concerned by it. She stands patiently in the snow, watching and listening with rapt attention. As you watch her, she seems to notice your stare, and turns her head with a wide, sweet-faced smile.
“Why, hello there!” she greets, and it startles you slightly because you hadn't expected her to speak. “Don't be shy! Come on over here.” You hesitantly approach, shuffling through the leftover snow on the bricks of the town square and stand beside her. “I see you've noticed our little celebration, eh? But how could you not! This is the most wonderful time of the year, after all. Isn't that right?” She nods sagely, and continues. “Of course it is. Now, you're very free to join in our celebration! I've got presents for everyone once it's all over. Just make sure you don' get too rowdy, okay? Christmas is a time of giving and merriment, but it's also a time for peace of earth and goodwill to your fellow man. So take care, and just go have fun. If you need anything, feel free to come talk to me. I don't mind at all~!”
It was that time of year again; the town square, which usually remained rather lifeless during the cold, harsh winter, was now decorated and alive with lights and tinsel and the smell of fresh food. There is smoke wafting from a cheery little bakery, and the scent of hot cocoa and roasting chestnuts hangs heavy in the air. Above the din of the crowd, you can hear the excited chattering of children, and off to your side, a bonfire crackles merrily near the edge of the square, warming all those weary folk who get a bit overwhelmed by the festivities. There are street vendors, and people doing tricks, or handing out little gifts.
A reindeer snorts but remains still as children clamber over his back and pet his velvety nose. The little torken, draculi, Tali and sahound that litter the petting zoo romp and play in the warm hay, the glow from the lamps that hang above their mangers echoing that of the starlight above. A huge Christmas tree has been placed at the head of the square, just beyond a burbling fountain filled with honking geese. It's massive branches reach higher than you can see, but at the tip-top, there is a brightly glowing star, it's light shining down on the festivities. Presents, of course, litter the ground at it's trunk, and excited children shake them with wide grins, hoping to discover what is inside.
And yet, despite all the merriment, there is one soul who stands off to the side. She is a tiny little thing, probably no more than the size of a small pony, but she watches the festivities with twinkling eyes and a fond smile. A little sleigh sits behind her, one that she is hooked up to. It is loaded with a sack that bulges with presents, but despite the weight of her burden, the little creature doesn’t seem concerned by it. She stands patiently in the snow, watching and listening with rapt attention. As you watch her, she seems to notice your stare, and turns her head with a wide, sweet-faced smile.
“Why, hello there!” she greets, and it startles you slightly because you hadn't expected her to speak. “Don't be shy! Come on over here.” You hesitantly approach, shuffling through the leftover snow on the bricks of the town square and stand beside her. “I see you've noticed our little celebration, eh? But how could you not! This is the most wonderful time of the year, after all. Isn't that right?” She nods sagely, and continues. “Of course it is. Now, you're very free to join in our celebration! I've got presents for everyone once it's all over. Just make sure you don' get too rowdy, okay? Christmas is a time of giving and merriment, but it's also a time for peace of earth and goodwill to your fellow man. So take care, and just go have fun. If you need anything, feel free to come talk to me. I don't mind at all~!”