Challenge #04704-L320: Midwinterfeast Tale
Two children, one human, one hellkin, were awake in their cold box-shelter when Greatfather Langeven arrived. They asked, please, to be taken in by him. "Let us help deliver gifts and help us find somewhere warm with love?" That is all they wish. -- Anon Guest
Traffic in cities flows like a river. All rivers have eddies and places were flotsam washes up. Some form something like a tosheroon. Others... hardly have a form at all. Dawn found Scrap on a midden when he was searching for anything edible, and couldn't bear to let her die. They eked out an existence on the thin charity of the city. Always moving. Always hoping they'd get stolen by Adventurers together.
Always kicked out of anywhere they hoped to settle.
Dawn was eight and Scrap was four when Scrap learned about Greatfather Langeven. The little girl was a whirlwind of enthusiasm in her newfound faith. Babbling up a storm about the sled of presents, the midnight ride, the unicorns, and the cup of joy given to those awake at midnight. Scrap even sang her little heart out, trying to hit the notes in the carols and missing every one.
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