Millie's Christmas Festival
Winter had come once again to The Lands of Evelon, and the Town of Nabias was as lively as ever; 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. It is an Alluria with an impressive crest of head feathers, shimmering like a borealis in the light from the tree and the lamps. She is watching the festivities in silence, and though she does seem to be part of what is going on, she still manages to look distant, as if she is far removed from her surroundings. As you gaze at her, she seems to sense your stare with the unerring canniness of someone who knows what it is liked to be looked at often. She turns her head, and the light bounces off the shining feathers of her neck.
“Hello,” she greets in a placid voice, and had you been here last year, you would think that she is far different than the excitable Raindoe who greeted you before. Her eyes are no less welcoming, and her voice no less kind, but there is a gentler, more placid air about her, one that puts you quickly at ease. “Welcome to the festivities, my friend. I am Angel, and I am your host this year.” She gives a quick, graceful dip of her head. “Please, enjoy this wonderful event. It is hosted by my Mistress, Millie. She has done this every year for nearly three years now. This time, she has some help from some most wonderful people who want to make it an extra special event. I do hope you'll partake in our festivities; they are catered especially towards you during this most lovely time of the season.” She gives a little nod towards the town square.
“Go, have fun! And Merry Christmas!”
Winter had come once again to The Lands of Evelon, and the Town of Nabias was as lively as ever; 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. It is an Alluria with an impressive crest of head feathers, shimmering like a borealis in the light from the tree and the lamps. She is watching the festivities in silence, and though she does seem to be part of what is going on, she still manages to look distant, as if she is far removed from her surroundings. As you gaze at her, she seems to sense your stare with the unerring canniness of someone who knows what it is liked to be looked at often. She turns her head, and the light bounces off the shining feathers of her neck.
“Hello,” she greets in a placid voice, and had you been here last year, you would think that she is far different than the excitable Raindoe who greeted you before. Her eyes are no less welcoming, and her voice no less kind, but there is a gentler, more placid air about her, one that puts you quickly at ease. “Welcome to the festivities, my friend. I am Angel, and I am your host this year.” She gives a quick, graceful dip of her head. “Please, enjoy this wonderful event. It is hosted by my Mistress, Millie. She has done this every year for nearly three years now. This time, she has some help from some most wonderful people who want to make it an extra special event. I do hope you'll partake in our festivities; they are catered especially towards you during this most lovely time of the season.” She gives a little nod towards the town square.
“Go, have fun! And Merry Christmas!”
