Post by Cillian McWolfe on Dec 29, 2019 16:02:43 GMT -8
A small smile was fixed on Cillian's face as he reread the letter for the sixth time. Things were going well back home, there had been no movement since his victory against the invading Prota forces and everyone back home was safe. The Knights were confirming with their Wizard on how to set up a lasting defense to ensure their borders were not encroached on. More importantly, everyone back home was happy and safe.
The winter was a strong one, with particularly heavy snow, but they had the town square cleared out for the festivities. The Kind had apparently even made an appearance. The rest of it was various inquiries into his health and happiness and status at Cabal. But inclosed within the package was a warm scarf knitted by his Mom and enchanted by Morgan herself. It repelled even the bitterest cold and pushed the snow away from him wherever he went. A gift to make sure that he stayed warm and safe she said.
He wore the scarf now, a festive red and green sash of love and care that only a mother could make, the snow on the ground seemed to shift underfoot away from him as he walked through one of the villages, looking for something to bring back to the barracks to share with the men and women who were unable to return home to spend the holidays with their family.
It was at that moment that something caught his eye. A bundle of something in an alleyway shifting, just slightly. A heap of junk from first glance, probably with an animal inside of it. Though with recent events it was probably best to check it out all the same. Just to be sure. Slowly Cillian approached the pile of what looked like rags, only to see some hair sticking out of it. White and covered in snow.
"Hello...?"
Cillian asked, only to have the pile of rags shudder and the hair dip inside.
"I'm not botherin' no one. Just trying to stay warm."
The voice was that of an old man, raspy and weathered. And if he was here, like this it was obvious that he had nowhere to go, And that even this alleyway he may be forced to move, forced back into the cold. He turned away from the man to look toward the sky, covered in clouds with the feel of snow in the air. It was going to be a cold night, and there was no telling if those rags would be enough, or if he could find some shelter if things got worse. Nodding to himself, knowing there was only one thing to do. Cillian unwrapped the scarf from his neck, placing it on the pile of rags. Shivering slightly as the wind picked up, cutting through his coat now that the enchantment was gone.
"Take my scarf. It will help."
A gloved hand reached through the rags to pull the scarf into the pile, but that was it. No thank you, no nothing.
"Merry Christmas Sir. I hope you have a good night."
Pulling his coat closer together Cillian would turn from the alleyway and continue down the road. The scarf would keep the man warm, and he knew it was the right thing to do. And he knew his family would agree with him. Charity was a requirement for a happy soul, and a fulfilled life. Giving what you can to those that have little was a way of being thankful for what you do have. And sharing the plenty that you are blessed with. He just hoped it was enough to help him have a merrier Christmas.
Assignment of Christmas: Write an event where your character either saves the holidays, or ruins it. Whatever definition that is for you. 250 word minimum. 1,000 word maximum. Tag @kek in the discord server when ready for judging. Must be done before 01/03/01
The winter was a strong one, with particularly heavy snow, but they had the town square cleared out for the festivities. The Kind had apparently even made an appearance. The rest of it was various inquiries into his health and happiness and status at Cabal. But inclosed within the package was a warm scarf knitted by his Mom and enchanted by Morgan herself. It repelled even the bitterest cold and pushed the snow away from him wherever he went. A gift to make sure that he stayed warm and safe she said.
He wore the scarf now, a festive red and green sash of love and care that only a mother could make, the snow on the ground seemed to shift underfoot away from him as he walked through one of the villages, looking for something to bring back to the barracks to share with the men and women who were unable to return home to spend the holidays with their family.
It was at that moment that something caught his eye. A bundle of something in an alleyway shifting, just slightly. A heap of junk from first glance, probably with an animal inside of it. Though with recent events it was probably best to check it out all the same. Just to be sure. Slowly Cillian approached the pile of what looked like rags, only to see some hair sticking out of it. White and covered in snow.
"Hello...?"
Cillian asked, only to have the pile of rags shudder and the hair dip inside.
"I'm not botherin' no one. Just trying to stay warm."
The voice was that of an old man, raspy and weathered. And if he was here, like this it was obvious that he had nowhere to go, And that even this alleyway he may be forced to move, forced back into the cold. He turned away from the man to look toward the sky, covered in clouds with the feel of snow in the air. It was going to be a cold night, and there was no telling if those rags would be enough, or if he could find some shelter if things got worse. Nodding to himself, knowing there was only one thing to do. Cillian unwrapped the scarf from his neck, placing it on the pile of rags. Shivering slightly as the wind picked up, cutting through his coat now that the enchantment was gone.
"Take my scarf. It will help."
A gloved hand reached through the rags to pull the scarf into the pile, but that was it. No thank you, no nothing.
"Merry Christmas Sir. I hope you have a good night."
Pulling his coat closer together Cillian would turn from the alleyway and continue down the road. The scarf would keep the man warm, and he knew it was the right thing to do. And he knew his family would agree with him. Charity was a requirement for a happy soul, and a fulfilled life. Giving what you can to those that have little was a way of being thankful for what you do have. And sharing the plenty that you are blessed with. He just hoped it was enough to help him have a merrier Christmas.
Assignment of Christmas: Write an event where your character either saves the holidays, or ruins it. Whatever definition that is for you. 250 word minimum. 1,000 word maximum. Tag @kek in the discord server when ready for judging. Must be done before 01/03/01
