Fantasy RPG Forum - Standing Trials

Twas the night before Gifting, when all through the house. Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. Though fortunes be bold, some ferrets were too, as stirring this night was a farret that flew.

From deep within his Chestly friend, he'd baked and schemed a jolly end. No child nearby would go without treat, or this small ferret would consume his own feet.

Tromp-tromping behind him did follow a chest, laden with all of the things that were best. Inside this chest of such warm repute, their was the world of a baker most astute. With pots and pans and little tin cans all over the kitchen floor, the cheff was done, the feast was won and the oven for on no more.

Across the cold snow, they travelled in tandem, towards the orphanage fighting winds that were random. The cover of darkness playing into their hands, they approached the large building in the ground where it stands.

With hushing and cussing that Cold Season night, poor Chest made best effort not to cause them a fright. Up to the window, the ferret did fly, but locked was the bolt against the cold night sky.

He tried to get in, by slipping the lock, but without the right tool he was having no luck. "Alas ..." he did think but was not yet deterred "... down de chimney et es den." was all that was heard. If birds can do it, then he can so to and up he did fly into the flue.


Now, all through the house, the ferret did fly, sensibility be dammed it assured him he'd die. The work of Saiore was underway here, there could be no way that the path was not clear.

The office downstairs was where he went first, for to open a window in a bedroom was worst; Letting in cold air was unavoidable you see and the chill of the wind would wake you or me.

Frantically he waved at the Chest through the glass as it sat in the snow, quite firmly, on its brass. Once more to the air did the fairy-ferret glide, before seen he did get and which would cost him his hide.

The lock was not strong and from here it was simple, to unlatch the small bolt with a flick of his ankle. With care and with joy did the hinged pane move as the ferret fist-pumped the air with a groove.

"Shhhh now, pass dem one by one, cus me nat to strang an' we'll be undone; ef we drap dem now, dees kids will nat find, when dey wake, what we left behind."


Twas not the task for the lightly deterred, but one-by-one the gifts were all heard. The gifts were of sweets, small chimes and some treats, but more was in store from this ferret for eats. Totrial was for gifting love to a friend and Winston wished that this would not end. But following this was ever so good, because day number four was all about food.

He shut up the window and put down the latch, then waved at dear Chest, to make hast from its patch.

He moved all the cakes, and the bread and the pie and stowed all the drinks and the cheese by and by. A pouch he did leave, on the desk with a note, it read "For the Orphans of Sweetwine" with a love heart emote.

Now for the sweets which each child would enjoy, but still there were many left to deploy. A treat at a time, did the fairy lay out, no hardship, no fuss not even a pout; For little had he done in his short fury life, that had caused him such excitement, joy yet strife. It was all he could do to avoid giggling with joy as he fluttered over to the first small boy.

He placed down the sweets and quickly returned, avoiding the ground lest he be spurned and off he did set in order to repeat, for there were many a child requiring a sweet.

The marks of a candle did pass in a blink and soon it would be to late even to think. Just one more thing that Winston would do ...


Sugar for icing, he put down on the ground, around of all the sweets, where they were found. Then with deliberate delight, he did walk through the white, leaving small footprints for the morning trial light. When wake they all did and see what he'd done, they'd all cry mysteries, each and every one.

In weigh and in heart the gifter was light, but the fates were not done and would put up a fight. A board it did creek somewhere in the house and this was too loud to be that of a mouse.

... I KNEW it! We'er doomed! DOOOOMED I tell you! ...

Fridged he stood, more so than stone, wishing now that he might be alone. A wandering child upon Winston they stumbled, but fortunately for him they moved on and just mumbled. So small was the fairy and so urgent the need, that the child passed by and went off and just weed.

With relief he took off and out to the flue and up he did fly, quite fast, I tell you. Twas moments before the ferret was gone and marks before the day would be won. In trials to come he'd secretly check, on the joy that they found and what the heck, it was such a joy to see them elevated, this was not a task he could have seen delegated.

He'd never let on, not even a peep, that it had been him that crept in while they sleep. Should anyone ask, should anyone fright, he'd simply put forward "Saiore came dat night.".