Hello there, adventurer. Can I borrow just a moment of your time? And your earrrs, too, if you don't mind? Thanks. I really appreciate it. Let me introduce myself. I'm Payuh Milmorah, an aspiring journalist who's just crossed over to the central continents from Kazham. With everyone feverishly preparing for the Starlight Celebration, it's much harrrder than you think to find a soul who's willing to spare a moment. The Culinarians' Guild in Windurst, for example, is teeming with folk seeking to learn a new recipe or two to make for their families and loved ones. Why, even the ordinarily grrrim-faced knights over in San d'Oria are all smiles as they go about helping citizens deck the town with dazzling decorations. The festive mood is certainly in the airrr. But not for everyone. Well, at least not for me. Day in, day out, I find myself on the trail of that ever-elusive scoop. Not that I have any right to be complaining. I'm an aspirrring journalist, you see, with the ambition of one day reporting for the Vana'diel Tribune. It's a dream I've held close to my heart since childhood. But that's enough about me. I asked you to lend an ear not to my ramblings, but to a prrretty little story about the Starlight Celebration I picked up on my trip to Bastok. A story of this handbell, here...
Plane firmly clasped in callused hands, a Galkan craftsman shaves back the wooden surface of his current work in progress, each measured stroke sending a curled flake of wood spiraling down to the ground. The harp is yet to be strung and the body as yet unpolished, but before the day is done it will transform into an instrument worthy to be played by the most celebrated bards at any royal court. With unflinching focus, the instrument maker known as Delicate Hands toils away inside his workshop tucked away in a quiet corner of town. Specks of white floating nonchalantly by the window break his concentration, and he pauses to gaze out at the leaden sky.
Two solid knocks sound from the wooden door of the workshop. Three powerful strides see the Galkan craftsman to the door. He opens it, allowing the outside chill to sneak inside to set the hearth's fire astir. The visitor is a delivery moogle, his breath steaming in the cold winter air. Without so much as a word of greeting, he thrusts towards Delicate Hands a small parcel, and with it, a parchment appearing to be a bill.
The arrival of that bill brought with it many sleepless nights at the workshop, as both master and apprentice toiled away without cease in order to raise the funds necessary to settle the account. It was on the eve of the Starlight Celebration when, exhausted, Delicate Hands finally collapsed.
The instrument maker wakes in the black of night to find himself burrowed deep within the blankets of his bed. The roaring fire in the hearth has dwindled to a few glowing embers struggling for life. The blurriness in his vision subsiding, Delicate Hands makes out the silhouette of his apprentice doubled over the bedside, having himself succumbed to fatigue while watching over his resting master. Lulumo is curled up into a compact ball atop his favored chair, his plush fur undulating with each breath. The peacefulness of it all brings something reminiscent of a smile back to Delicate Hands' tired face. He catches glimpse of an object carefully placed by his pillow—a handbell of simple construction describable only as a tarnished metal cup attached to a well-worn wooden handle. Mindful not to disturb the slumbering Arlyn, he pushes himself up into a seated position with his back resting on the headboard, grimacing ever so slightly as his aching body protests the movement. A brief moment of hesitation passes before Delicate Hands' curiosity wins over. He takes the handbell, its chilled handle greedily absorbing the warmth of his hand, and with a decisive flick of the wrist, sends forth a cheerful flurry of jingles which melts back the silence that had settled upon the workshop. The jovial richness of the sound lingers on within the instrument maker long after quietness returns to the grayness of the room. Several seconds tick by on the wall-mounted clock before he realizes he has been holding his breath.
With fire burning anew in his eyes, Delicate Hands throws on his workman's apron. There is time still. Time to experiment and fine-tune, and then produce dozens—hundreds, even—of handbells that would imbue a sense of peace and happiness within the hearts and minds of all who heard their ringing. As though sensing a change in the air, Lulumo stirs and casts an inquisitive glance at the craftsman.
And that is how this handbell here came to be.
Thank you, kind adventurer, and Merry Starlight!
Illustration : Mitsuhiro Arita
The Starlight Celebration will begin at midnight on Friday, December 19, 2008 (PST) and continue until 7:00am on Wednesday, December 31, 2008 (PST).
Lend the Moogles a Capable Adventurer's Hand!
The moogles are recruiting enthusiastic adventurers to help them distribute presents and greeting cards. Munificent individuals interested in helping out are invited to approach a festival moogle at one of the following locations:
Southern San d'Oria (H-9) / Northern San d'Oria (J-8)
Presents in Exchange for Destructive Behavior!
To show their appreciation to all the tireless adventurers out there doing their part to make Vana'diel a better place, the moogles have prepared a whole hoard of presents and scattered them all over the locations listed below. As a precautionary measure to ensure that none of the creatures prowling the wilds can get to them, the presents have each been sealed within a box...and there's only one way to get them out!
West Ronfaure / East Ronfaure North Gustaberg / South Gustaberg West Sarutabaruta / East Sarutabaruta
The Gift of a Child's Laughter!
During the event period, smilebringers will be handing out presents to all the children in town from the locations listed below. Won't you help them make the children's dreams come true?
Northern San d'Oria (J-9)
Festive Goods for Sale!
Vendors will be available at the following locations to fulfill all your Starlight Celebration needs:
Northern San d'Oria (D-8)
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