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 | The Twelve Days of Giving"Fresh snow crunched in a thin layer beneath Suhel’s paw pads as she stepped out of the Eyrie cab and onto the cobblestones of Barrowmere. Multi-storeyed buildings rose above her, bedecked with holly garlands and shiny gold bells, and..."
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"I'll Be Home for Christmas" by citybound
To the returning owners of Neopia, and the pets who waited. ~~~ Pyland winced at the surprisingly bright morning light reflecting off the fresh dusting snow as he padded out into the garden of his family’s Neohome. As his eyes adjusted, he noticed his sister perched on the bench, having returned from her pre-dawn Battledome training session at the Mystery Island Training School. “Mornin’, Lenz. Looks like we got our first snow of the season.” The Draik’s voice briefly stirred Lenzi from her sunrise trance. She vaguely nodded in her brother’s direction before returning her glassy stare back out to the glistening forest surrounding the Faerieland Crater and the snow-capped towers of Faerie City beyond. She took a long sip of her warm mug of borovan and patted the open seat beside her. Pyland slumped onto the other half of the Xweetok’s bench, careful to not accidentally pin her gossamer wings under his spiny tail or knock over her rusty training sword. The pair sat in a brief moment of melancholy. Their breath crystalized before them in the crisp air. Eventually, Lenzi spoke. “It’s the First of Celebrating. Advent Calendar starts today.” She sighed. “Leah always loved this time of year. Did you know she almost painted me Christmas once? She worked dozens of shifts at the Igloo Garage Sale trying to...
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