Despite the bright, cloudless day the wind still blew with enough bite to remind even the stoutest Ishgardian of the icy condition of his home. People huddled near loved ones and open flames. For many, the day would be like any other in the endless winter, like any other even with the threat of dragon kind no longer looming overhead, no longer giving a reason to fear the clear, open skies. However, there was a lone soul who sought to make the day anything but routine.
“Starlight’s Greetings!†rung out in The Brume. A lone Hyur garbed in festive red cloth, lined with white fur stands in the middle of a crossroad, waving one flyer about in one hand as his other clutched the remaining stack of papers against his breast. “Those in want and need pray search for the strip’d poles of the Dufresne Bellworks Tents and find sup and succor this merry, holy day!†He smiles warmly to temper the tired, icy blue eyes that peaked from beneath long, disheveled brown hair. “By the grace of the Fury and the Saint we bring alms, come one, come all, lowborn or high.†He offers a flyer to a man as he walked by who ignored him “Merry Starlight!â€Â
he takes a deep breath and readies himself to repeat what he had been saying for the past bell or so. “Sta-“ he feels a tug at his pant leg and looks down to see a small waif of an elezen boy. Orrin dropped down to one knee to meet the child eye to eye “What is it, little one?†he asks with a soothing calm, though the child shied away, casting his gaze downward, hands now gripped behind his back, still shivering ever so lightly.  “Come now, you are cold and hungry, are you not?†he asks, looking just past the boy to see a group of cowering children in barely more than rags peaking out from behind crates and barrels and rubble. “Oh, you are the unlucky one chosen to come to treat with the scary knight?†The little Elezen nodded, nearly whimpering. Orrin smiles as he moves to set down his sack of flyers and puts it on the ground, stopping it from flying away with his knee. “Well don’t you worry, you shall become the brave one, chosen to lead your friends to warmth.†He takes the boy’s hand in his in order to push the flyer into it “There is a map on the back, you needn’t be lettered to know how to get there.† He closes the waif’s fingers over the paper “Go now, I heard they’ve got more food than they know what to do with.†He stands back up and gives him a small push back towards the group of children “Go on.â€Â
The elezen boy looks back and meets Orrin’s eyes once more and gives a smile “T-Thank you!†He then turns and sprints off. Orrin chuckles and looks up at the bright sky “Lady Gilrouis and Miss Shesha will have pandemonium about them soon, I do not envy them†he chuckles and then waves a fresh flyer into the air.
“Starlight’s Greetings!â€
“Starlight’s Greetings!†rung out in The Brume. A lone Hyur garbed in festive red cloth, lined with white fur stands in the middle of a crossroad, waving one flyer about in one hand as his other clutched the remaining stack of papers against his breast. “Those in want and need pray search for the strip’d poles of the Dufresne Bellworks Tents and find sup and succor this merry, holy day!†He smiles warmly to temper the tired, icy blue eyes that peaked from beneath long, disheveled brown hair. “By the grace of the Fury and the Saint we bring alms, come one, come all, lowborn or high.†He offers a flyer to a man as he walked by who ignored him “Merry Starlight!â€Â
he takes a deep breath and readies himself to repeat what he had been saying for the past bell or so. “Sta-“ he feels a tug at his pant leg and looks down to see a small waif of an elezen boy. Orrin dropped down to one knee to meet the child eye to eye “What is it, little one?†he asks with a soothing calm, though the child shied away, casting his gaze downward, hands now gripped behind his back, still shivering ever so lightly.  “Come now, you are cold and hungry, are you not?†he asks, looking just past the boy to see a group of cowering children in barely more than rags peaking out from behind crates and barrels and rubble. “Oh, you are the unlucky one chosen to come to treat with the scary knight?†The little Elezen nodded, nearly whimpering. Orrin smiles as he moves to set down his sack of flyers and puts it on the ground, stopping it from flying away with his knee. “Well don’t you worry, you shall become the brave one, chosen to lead your friends to warmth.†He takes the boy’s hand in his in order to push the flyer into it “There is a map on the back, you needn’t be lettered to know how to get there.† He closes the waif’s fingers over the paper “Go now, I heard they’ve got more food than they know what to do with.†He stands back up and gives him a small push back towards the group of children “Go on.â€Â
The elezen boy looks back and meets Orrin’s eyes once more and gives a smile “T-Thank you!†He then turns and sprints off. Orrin chuckles and looks up at the bright sky “Lady Gilrouis and Miss Shesha will have pandemonium about them soon, I do not envy them†he chuckles and then waves a fresh flyer into the air.
“Starlight’s Greetings!â€
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