Jancis

[align=center]In Celebration of the Lover [/align] [align=center]One and all is invited to come give thanks and hear inspirational words in regards to Menphina. Menphina is keeper of the twin moons and the goddess of love. She commands the element of ice and is associated with the second moon of the Eorzean calendar. Menphina is the sister of Azeyma, and the divine lover of Oschon. She is most often depicted as a maid carrying a round skillet. Her symbol is the full moon. [/align] [align=center]Event starts in Coerthas outside Camp Dragonhead (X:25 Y:16) on Saturday February 21th at 5:00PM Eastern EST (2200 UTC). [/align] [align=center][/align] Low level people outside of (20 and lower) will need to advise beforehand if they need passage to the venue. Guards will be available to help all pilgrims to the event safely. Pilgrims will be walking through dangerous frigid lands for quite some time as we walk and stay outside in Coerthas! Many layers, coats, and furs are required! For Pilgrims: During the performance, pilgrims are asked to be silent in the public channels. Emotes with /em, /say, and /yell are asked to be held off until the main performance is over. Animation and sound emotes are welcomed! Please just turn the text off on them during the performance. In lieu of reacting in /em and /say, pilgrims are encouraged to form parties with their friends and groups to react to each other in /p - that should help with the text bloat and keep the reactions more personal and immersed with the main people pilgrims want to interact with. Anyone willing to host a "during performance" party for those who come on their own please contact me so I can find you at the event start and get people together to interact and meet. If a group of friends has room in their party and wouldn't mind hosting a new addition, that would be wonderful too. We'll sort it out at the start of the event. After the performance, everyone is welcome to use /em and /say and can change parties as wanted. [align=center][/align] [align=center] Music and stories from some special guest speakers and bards will highlight the evening. After the presentation, everyone is encouraged to mingle, give prayers and thoughts, or partake in the smaller congregations. Blessings will be given for love and devotion to pilgrims as either singles, couples, or in groups. Entire main event is planned to last a two hours with hosts staying around afterwards for free-form role play.[/align] [align=center]~While this is a pilgrimage in celebration of one of the Twelve, really would like to express the theme and environment of this event is to come together and have an inspiration evening for each other and on reflection. This night will not have strong overtones of worship and ceremony.~[/align] [align=center]Performing Guests:[/align] [align=center]Ameline Valtin Chuta Ciel Wulfe Ezhara Jinkjahl Leih'a Lilithium Rinannis Nathan Telluride Oscare Iono Ojune Wajune Vaughn Antain Xenedra Ambreaus And other secret performances![/align] [align=center]Guards:[/align] [align=center]Coatleque Crofte Lan Darklyn (and company) Lynx[/align] [align=center]Xydane Vale [/align]

The walk back to the Mist through Lower La Noscea seemed longer than usual. Jancis kept a slow pace, but a pace nonetheless. It was a new kind of practice to try to keep such healing abilities quiet and subtle that it took a lot out of the conjurer. But it had been a party with the intent to make Lady Leanne happy, so making a large deal would undo all the hard work Sir Gegenji and everyone else put in to accomplishing that. Sir Krosse. Seemed like nearly every time Jancis saw that man there was something paining him. Some injury, some distress, some kind of training that left the man walking about in more discomfort than he'd ever admit to. This night had been the worse she had seen; fractures, sprains, cuts, deep bruises, swelling... it was a wonder the man could stand let alone walk as if he was about to eat cake with a good friend after a happy day of dancing and comfort. She admired his conviction and strength, admired that he was always there for Leanne, and as much as Jancis tried to avoid using so much outside of dire situations, he proved worth the trouble. Her head pounded. She was exhausted. Others were still there lingering at the party. Sir Gegenji had such initiative to bring people together all for the sake of Leanne. He had called the lady bard his sister, sharing things of his family and wanting to know more about her own. His value of life was high, very high, Jancis had seen few who held such rever for it as this young man. It equated even to her own and she hopefully valued him as much in return. The thought made her smile. And Leanne was smiling; thank Menphina for that sight. Strangely, Jancis felt very akin to the miqo'te lady and her pain, the empathy was strong. Yet, the conjurer was luckier than the bard. In a small pathetic way, love was taken by an outside force, instead of changing and dying all together from within. The beauty and sincere songs Lady Leanne created were so fitting for her. Jancis only hoped that the poem was in some small way mirror to the lady, to remind her of the beauty within that never dwindled or faded. [align=center]All seems beautiful to me; I can repeat over to men and women, You have done such good to me, I would do the same to you. I will recruit for myself and you as I go; I will scatter myself among men and women as I go; I will toss the new gladness and roughness among them; Whoever denies me, it shall not trouble me; Whoever accepts me, he or she shall be blessed, and shall bless me. [/align] Arriving back to her room, Jancis disrobed, laying in her fluffy floor bed. A box adorned with small red rubies carefully set aside. The box itself was a gift. "Have fun opening that." she was told, but surely it was already enough. She could keep the many lovely colorful stones and seashells she'd gathered in it. But what awaited inside was breath-taking. A scarf, thin and soft and silky of deep red that matched the rubies outside. It had gathered in the box as it was moved around and stored. Snippets of the conversation she overheard came to mind. Wrapping it around her shoulders, she felt the faint aura coming from it. The warmth that was not her own. Pulling her arms tightly around her, the combination of many occurrences were coming together. She felt cared for. Violet eyes. A warm smile that had been long since vanished from memory. Soon she was overcome with slumber, falling into a blissful sleep. "I hear you with more than my ears."

Good Lords! So... bright... can't see >_<

WHY WAS I NOT TOLD FOR THIS SHOT? :cry: Aww Chachan forgive me and don't be sad. That screenshot was taken on November 21st. It was a long time ago.

Lalafell-ed!

Jancis Milburga: "If you wish for your own blessings of The Fury, Sir Mynhier and Lady Iskierka will be at Her stone to give them. It is cold, pilgrims, but in the winter we show our resolve and strength of character." Jancis Milburga: "I am moving on." Leggerless Hanzou: "Lead the way, then." Jancis Milburga nods. Jancis Milburga rings the bell, continuing to the blessing point. Tristanaux Sainterre: I pray you pardon me, Miss Sinette, but I believe I shall venture to the Fury's Gaze. [align=center][/align] Kale Aideron: By the Twelve... Erik Mynhier: Halone, Goddess of Fury, guide me in my actions. Sinette Leclerc looks around. Ameline Valtin looks around in wonder at the sight of the inner cave. Tristanaux Sainterre takes a knee, bowing his head piously again. Sinette Leclerc: "Never thought a cave like this would be this beautiful..." Erik Mynhier: This is the place most touched by the Lady of the Shield.... be not afraid here. Namaka Ebisu beamed, pleased at the people visiting the Lady's stone. Pulling her coat around her tightly, her gaze seemed to age. "Mmm... They'll visit us someday, maybe and perhaps," she murmured, still beaming as she left them to acquire blessings and comfort. Alexander Gomez looks about, taking in the beauty of this icy surrounding. Alexander Gomez: The Hyur approached Janis. "Excuse me. If you'll permit me to ask, and pardon my ignorance, but where is this stone of Halone here?" Jancis Milburga smiles at Alexander, bowing her head politely. Approaching him, she points to the ceiling of the cavern. Jancis Milburga: "Three spears are Her mark. Though some question their meaning, many do take it to be three virtues of War and Strength. Jancis Milburga sounds a bit awe-struck, "And determination." Alexander Gomez follows her fingers and looks up to see a particular stone hanging onto the ceiling. "...Ah, I see... I admit, I was unsure at first..." He returns his gaze back to Jancis, taking in her words. " Mmm... I see... Thank you for informing me... I'd like to speak with one of the... erm... the people you've said who'll provide the blessings.. before I may share my wishes to the stone itself..." He briefly glances back at the stone before he returns his gaze back to Jancis. Jancis Milburga: "Of course, Lord. Here, ah, Lady Iskierka is wise; this way." Jancis Milburga smiles at Oscare, "Forgive me, one moment." Oscare Iono: "Hello. I just came by to say thank you for--" Jancis Milburga speaks quietly, "Lady, this Lord would like to hear more of Halone." She gestures to Alexander Oscare Iono sighs, shrugging. "Well. So much for that." Oscare turns around and marches off. Iskierka Stormspeaker: That is fine. Jancis Milburga turns, her eyes curious as she looks around the cavern. Lan Darklyn: "I have to head back to the estate as soon as I am dismissed. Will you and Ahyin be staying here for now, you two are welcome to sit in or enjoy yourselves at the bar." Qih Lyehga: " Alright that sounds good, see you soon Lan" Lan Darklyn smiles and leans in to kiss her softly. "See you soon love." Jancis Milburga takes a deep breath, looking guilty, then approaches Lan. "We should be well at this point, unless you have need of.." Lan Darklyn: "Miss Milburga, all of my people have returned to our estate. May I be dismissed?" Jancis Milburga: "Of course. Thank you for your, ah, service. Be safe and well travelling back. Both of you." Lan Darklyn smiles. "No need for blessings for me Miss Milburga. And as always it was an honor and a pleasure to help you." Sinette Leclerc: "...I like you're robes... Jancis, is it?" Jancis Milburga: "Yes. Yes it is, Lady. Thank you for coming all this way." Sinette Leclerc: "This was an interesting experience. Thank you for having me. *ahem* May Halone bless you on your endures." Jancis Milburga bows her head deeply. "Thank you. The Fury keep you." Amara Elisse: "Lady Jancis, I simply wished to express my gratitude for your organizing of such an event and I greatly enjoyed hearing the history of this land." Jancis Milburga: "You are too kind; thank you. I am very honored to bring so many brilliant and creative minds together." Ru Tarkan: "Yes, thank you." Jancis Milburga: "It looks as if she is free, if you still which that blessing, Lady." Jancis Milburga: "Do you wish a blessing as well, Lord?" Jancis Milburga smiles, "You do wear the Flames colors, surely Sir Mynhier would be happy to see you and speak together." Ru Tarkan nods hesitantly, looking sort of overwhelmed. Ru Tarkan: "Thank you, ma'am." [align=center][/align]

Listen to your inner Menphina, Dogberry, you know the true answer in all the shades of gray. :love: We're just going to have to find somebody to dress up like Dogberry, wrap some cylinders and plates around their legs, put green apple kool-aid in their hair, and perform in his place! :geek: ... okay maybe that won't work. ((You'd have to play it up that it's actually a song for her and make a flash cameo appearance, then we'd have to work in some knocking on the fourth wall to say happy birthday - no.. no.. just kidding. We're going to miss you.:cry: ))

Okay great I'll send you what notes I have and touch base with you and we can figure out something together. Afraid not this time, I don't want the hosting theme to be too much like love advice and will love find me style (though I did think about it). Going to focus more on present love and not future so much and I think the mix up of styles for every pilgrimage is nice. I really enjoyed the blessings and strength markings Halone had and something binding for Menphina seems more fitting. But everyone comes for their own reason so getting some console isn't out of the question, just not too much snowflake on it (even if it'll be in the snow). I'll PM you, we're pretty much looking at Saturday the 21st but I'm poking around everyone to see what the best time slot is. If you can make something that day let me know! :bouncy:

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Being a participant for everyone's hard work and interacting with them is always a big help. Wonderful! Just checking did you want to attend or participate? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sent out PMs to those who said they were interested and will also poke around the community. Biggest conundrum I have right now is for the interaction for everyone afterwards. I'm thinking of having blessers that will give out either promise tokens for couples/groups as they want which can either be like friendship bracelet style in a platonic manner or something even more romantic. It needs to be either way. If anyone has an idea or is interested in contributing such I'd love to touch base and talk about it together! Thank you for all the feedback and interest!

[align=center]"And now pilgrims, we shall all close the pilgrimage ceremony with a lovely performance from Lady Ciel." Ciel Wulfe bows, "Hello, my friends. So good to see you all gathered here around the fire." "Normally I would have a song, but I thought it better as an adventurer and wandering bard to share with you all some personal experience, and a bit of perspective." "Look around outside this tower and Halone's influence on this place is obvious. Snow and ice as far as the eye can see, and harsh, bone-chilling winds." "But there is more than what may be immediately visible."[/align] [align=center]"Some of you have not seen these lands as I have seen them, and those that have have probably thought back to a time before the Calamity and wondered if we would ever see Coerthas' true beauty again."[/align] [align=center]"Lush, emerald slopes. Gleaming mountain peaks. Gentler winds which stir the trees and sing through valleys deep rather than howling with unbridled rage."[/align] [align=center]"Aye, Halone may be known as the Fury, and She may be known as Nophica's rival, but the might She brings is not without purpose and there is something beautiful and full of life and prosperity beneath that surface if we look deeper."[/align] [align=center]"When we look at Her glyph, what do we see but a trinity of lances? And yet in the tenets of the Twelve, it is said that She also bears a great-shield, and it is this protective side of Halone which is often overlooked."[/align] [align=center]"Now take another look out there and realize that all of that..." she motions toward the door, "...Is but Her shield. Her embrace on the land Her people call home; a people born within a cold embrace, but whose hearts and souls burn with the conviction of Her will."[/align] [align=center]"Beneath this shield sleeps a land most beautiful, one I personally long to see again as I did so long ago. Halone but waits for the day when the world is again safe enough that She can lift away Her shield, without worry of it suffering further scars." "And on that most blessed of days, She may even welcome Nophica to tread upon the land, for the earth never blossoms more fully than after a long winter's slumber." "Thank you, Lady Ciel. It is truly a blessing." "My pleasure." Jancis Milburga looks up into the lofts of the tower, drums starting to sound. As Jancis holds up the hand-bell to signal the ceremony over, a chorus of Halone faithful sing, echoing through the stonework and across the snowy land outside. Ym8JjY4fy-M "I thank you all for coming this way to celebrate The Fury. Pray give another hand for all our performers, our bards, to Sir Mynhier for being here as Halone's Faithful, for all that spoke their stories and thoughts inspired by Halone." [/align]

[align=center]Jancis stands up, looking through the crowd of pilgrims. "Ah! Lady Aya!" Aya Foxheart looks shocked for a moment, smiling sheepishly toward Jancis, before she moves to ascend the steps. "It is a honor to have you come so far from the Jewel to be with us this eve." Aya smiles softly, nodding, "Thank you so much Miss Jancis~ it is a pleasure to be here..!" Jancis bows her head politely, "I leave the floor to you, though you listen to many tales in the Quicksand, you have your own lovely poem to share this night."[/align] [align=center]Many faces from Ul'dah look up at the familiar face. Leanne waves shakily to Aya, still trying to settle down her own nerves. Chachanji moves to the side to give Aya some room.[/align] [align=center][/align] [align=center] Aya keeps her soft smile, with a little hint of bashfulness in her eyes, and upon her lips. She glances around the room, carefully slipping the cap from her head and allowing her pony tail fall free. Aya speaks in her light, Ishgardian accented voice, more calm than excited. "Good evening everyone - you'll have to excuse me I've just come in from the cold, I cannot express what it is like to be surrounded by so many warm and friendly faces in this land of winter. It reminds me of the very best moment of the past few years I spent, as many of you have no doubt guessed, in the towered city not far from here." "But... I am not a native of this city, so I was raised surrounded by Halone's most faithful, but came to her with the view of an outsider. Of course, I came to know Halone and everything she represents, and what she means to the city, and people of Ishgard and Coerthas. I wish to thank Miss Jancis for providing me this opportunity to share a moment of poetry and reflection upon the goddess." Aya takes in a deep, quiet breath. Her expression relaxes, as her eyes close for a moment. As she slowly draws her eyes once more open, she looks out upon the gathered celebrants. She begins to recite a sonnet from memory--her voice remaining light and slowly measured, as she emphasizes the iambic meter, her gaze moving slowly across the entire crowd.[/align] [align=center]♠♠♠[/align] [align=center] Iceborn goddess, for our own heart's solace, Renew today this sacred trust that binds Our towers gleaming, your image flawless. So they together ever will entwine.[/align] [align=center]We knoweth thee, beneath our frigid plea; That you alone command hard frostbit cold And harken not to warm our land with glee,[/align] [align=center]But narrow lucent eyes on us to scold. For what is fear of bidden ice-cold rime Compared with perils of dragon fire.[/align] [align=center]Learn thee to face the harshest cold, sublime. Lest fail yourself the test of time, and tire." But... as she cloaks our land with bulwark cold, Shall she our hearts' goodwill and warmth withhold?[/align] [align=center]♠♠♠[/align] [align=center] Aya bows her head for a moment as she finishes, hand balled near her collar as she lets out a slow breath before lifting her eyes to smile warmly once more, "Thank you everyone~" "Lovely Lady Aya!" Jancis smiles, her head tilting back to look up at the stairs high above her. [/align] [align=center] "Thank you Miss Jancis~ so much! It has been so long since I have seen snow. And it has been so worthwhile to find it again."[/align] [align=center][/align]

...WHAT DID SHE DO?! ...I finally have funds again and coulda helped make you one :< I looked around for you, but could not find. Plus I mean... this coat around her like that with your name on it. Tch...little too obvious. Forgive me, I promise next time shall make sure it has Franz's name on it.

In the rain, Berry... ... in the rain... Shall be on my fainting couch if anyone needs me. //////

Whee Wedding stuff!

[align=center]Jancis smiles, placing her hand on Leanne's shoulder, "I am very pleased to have with us again Lady Leanne to share one of her methodical songs. The floor is yours." Leanne Delphium freezes in place, clenching her teeth. "Hgnnn..." she sighs deeply, before smiling very embarrassed, taking the bow-harp from her back. Chachanji cheers Leanne on, patting her with encouragement, "You can do it, Ms. Hat!" "B-Before I start...may I say...ever since I began to travel, I saw a lot of different sights, both good and bad..." "...One of the sights that most impressed me so far, is the zealousness of the knights of the holy see, our ever famous, or infamous dragoons." Leanne closes her eyes, and starts to weave a melody within the strings of the bow-harp. "This melody, is in honour not only to Halone, but to them...and our world, overall..." ♠♠♠ Leanne began to sing. Her voice was fierce, and yet pleading. ♪ ...Ninjas, Dragoons and Monks, it's time to rally the armies... ♪ ♪ All the troops, grab your weapons, for the time for retribution is nigh... ♪ ♪ For all the lies, strife and cries, perpetrated by those who we despise...! ♪ ♪ The Primals and it's thralls, voidkins with their gall...We shall slay them all... ♪ ♪ By the Halone's might, I call on this night...for the righteous furious smite...! ♪ ♪ Paladins, please be our staunch vanguard! Black Mages, bring them down with fire! ♪ ♪ Please Bards, inspire us all, As we deliver all our ire! ♪ ♪ We shall be the army of Halone! We shall cleanse all of our land! ♪ ♪ We shall march, with the Fury at our side. Their decline will be our pride! ♪ ♪ White Mages, Scholars, please...Tend us and our crusade. ♪ ♪ Our cause is righteous, our will is iron, we shall march and bring the dawn! ♪ ♪ Warriors, be our furious front! Summoners, lay curses upon them all! ♪ ♪ Oh please my world, inspire us all, As we march to bring the dawn! ♪ ♪ We are the knights of the fury! And we shall purify our land! ♪ ♪ Garleans voidsents and primals, be afraid as we march forward to bring the dawn! ♪ ♪ We shall bring the dawn...we shall bring the dawn... ♪ Leanne finally sighs, closing her eyes as she let the song slowly fade within the walls of the tower. "Like the ishgardians and their own crusade against the dravanians...ours wil be the march of furious retribution...steady feet and sharp eyes shall guide us forward...and under the blessing of the Fury. We will not fail." she bows her head politely, and falls to complete silence. The crowd applauded, Namaka stood and clapped very excitedly. "Splendid and well done!" Jancis leans down again, giving Leanne's shoulders a squeeze, quietly thanking her.[/align]

Thank you for having Jancis along! Even only briefly it's a funny and nice group to be with.

:love: My biggest thing is I didn't want to hit Valentine weekend since there are a lot of FC and Public events for the festivities. I'll keep in touch and see if there's a window! Would love to have you again. Oh my, that puppet will be swooning something fierce. Tee hee I'll touch base with the basic details in a PM soon. Thank you for replying. :bouncy:Gurlfriend! Wonderful and thank you for the PM as well! I'll reply shortly once I touch base with some other regulars (who didn't reply here, lovely people that they are) and get out some more details. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I know Menphina is well loved so I'm really trying to touch in on how many people want to participate because this pilgrimage might have to go a little differently. Really liked the idea of splitting up people at the last one, though it was harder to manage, so I'll probably need a couple quiet people to either get screenshot opportunities or record log.

Looking to continue the pilgrimage event chain and February heralds the month of Menphina. I have one interested person who I have in PM, but also looking for more that have a song, poem, story, or other ritual in regards to the Lover. I do not have a time set up for this because I don't know when the majority of people will be available. I'm aiming for either Friday the 20th or Saturday the 21st because I think the crowd will be large (and scary) and will be one of the longer events. Please reply here or send me a PM so we can meet up and brainstorm together and meet ICly as needed. Thank you!

It's in literature that true life can be found. It's under the mask of fiction that you can tell the truth. Mask Segway

[align=center]"Please help me welcome Lady Ameline, one who have a close connection and has come with us to share a story. Lady, please come down and share your tale." Ameline Valtin bows politely before the gathered assembly, sinking into her coat a bit to adjust to the climate.[/align] [align=center] "Many cycles ago, a wise and learned man once spoke to me of Lady Fury." "His tale, as rudimentary as it might seem, seems to stay with me in times of strife. Without further delay, allow me to regale you with the tale of Halone’s wolf." ♠♠♠ "Indeed there were three wolves in that desolate land of cascading ice: The arrogant alpha, the complacent matron, and the wild runt. One snowy sun, the three were hunting when they spied a wandering man in the distance. The arrogant alpha spoke to his two she-wolf companions: ‘We shall let him pass unscathed, for he clearly has no intent to cause trouble in our lands. Let us move on to more suitable prey.’ He suggested."[/align] [align=center]"The complacent matron replied in kind, ‘Agreed, wise-one. For surely if his kin knew him slaughtered here, they would be oft to return to our refuge to investigate. Surely there is easier game to hunt in these blessed lands of ours.’[/align] [align=center]"The arrogant alpha looked to the wild runt, 'Ah, but you are small in size and nary a word you speak be suffered by the pack if we deem it necessary.' He responded haughtily. The complacent matron stood at his side, 'Agreed, wise-one. For surely if the runt was to be hearkened to, the gods would have made her large and imposing such as yourself.' she postured."[/align] [align=center]"The wild runt was sickened by their words, 'You both know not what you speak. There is more to strength than the measure of one's form. I propose a wager: If I best you both, I shall take the place of the pack alpha and make such decisions with impunity.' She crooned, slinking down into a rigid stance of attack.[/align] [align=center]'Very well, little one. We accept your wager, if not to silence your insolent tongue.' The alpha retorted. 'Agreed, wise-one. For surely if the little one were to learn her place, our pack would be harmonious once again.' droned the complacent matron." "And so it was that the three wolves tussled violently upon the ice drifts. At its start, the two larger wolves merely sought to wound the pride of the runt. But her demeanor was fierce and her bite was menacing. After the runt had wounded the others, the arrogant alpha proclaimed defeat with a yelping confession:[/align] [align=center]'We yield, we yield, little one! How is it possible for one such as you, vexed by the gods as you are by nature of your size, to best such majestic wolves as us?' the arrogant alpha panted as he sat on his haunches, matron by his side – equally incredulous." "The runt looked at the two in disappointment, 'Between your love of yourself and her inability to think for herself, 'twas hardly a challenge to best you both. The gods do not vex me on the basis of stature; they curse you both with vacuity.' She took to higher ground, looking over her new kingdom and sat silently as the others licked their wounds." Ameline continues, "Finally, the wild runt punctuated the silence as she howled in victory before issuing her first decree as the new pack leader: 'Methinks tonight we shall dine well! Go forth and bring the man before me.' "And so you see, Lady Fury guides the hand of any willing to follow her into the fray with a focused mind and hardened heart. For surely, if you walk with Halone, you run to victory." ♠♠♠ Ameline bows to the gathering, adjusting her coat once more as she grins and makes her way back to the crowd. Namaka's ears drooped at the idea of beautiful wolves fighting.. and eating people! Though her smile never wavered, her eyes carried her sadness at the story. "Maybe Halone is not so nice as I thought." "Thank you Lady Ameline!"[/align]

Jancis is a conjurer so maybe something like... Rocky. A Rock in a Hard Place - o_O Rock On - ...:? Hard Rock Cast-ee - instead... instead of Cafe... hello? :sleepy:

[align=center]"Master Telluride, we are honored to have another one of your songs this day. Please, have the, ah, stage." Nathan Telluride clears his throat. "First, a plea to everyone! I lost something on the trek over, something precious. My favorite snowball. It's been with me for a long time. So, if anyone finds a snowball on the way back, please return it?"

Continued randomness as I catch up with screenshots from... October... :blush: