[moonchill : Gift] -ˋˏ 🥂 A Night to Remember .•°

Chilled winds softly howled in the night as small specks of crystal white snow danced along its gentle gusts, leaving those outside a fair shiver. Though the low temperatures and the ever so slight snowfall didn’t stop Symprites and Aramelles alike to quit their festive activities as the night was young and the party had just begun.

Lights of all kinds of hues and vibrancy lit up the streets and areas in which the two species resided along with one another, making the night oh so lively even more so with the cheers and laughter that echoed far beyond. It was the Moonchill Festival, a celebration of sorts as a way to wave off the year goodbye with bittersweet emotions whilst greeting the new with open arms, most always wanting to greet a new year with the greatest of luck and positivity.

Most celebrated by making grand dinners and eating with their friends and family while others made gifts for their peers or special someones, others chose to sit in the sidelines and not celebrate at all whether it be that it’s a waste of time or big parties were simply not their forte.
And indeed there were Symprites who weren’t exactly in the picture though celebrated either way in the comfort and warmth of their own homes.

Deep within a lush forest stood a tall cherry blossom tree. Its beautiful rosy posies make up for its wondrous appearance during the warm seasons of the spring towards the more sunnier summer season. Though the tree sat bare, its leaves and petals already have wilted and fallen as the icy cold season of winter set in, covering the forest in a thin white blanket of snow.

Other than the grand tree simply being a large plant that sprouted precious blossoms, it also served as a home for many creatures big and small. Most might expect said creatures lived within the flowers and leaves but in reality the tree itself was a home, a home for a certain Symprite whom shared his living space with another in who he deemed as special and close.

A large rounded window was carved from the side of the tree’s base, a dim light shed through it as the closer one had gotten the more of the sound of soft and slow music played from the inside.

Indeed soft music did play, emitting from a beaten radio, that seemed to have been repaired to at least work again, sat on the counter of what seemed to be a small cafe. It murmured soft tunes, a voice that sounded crackly yet so soothing dragged notes high and low as a slow instrumental in the background complimented it. The music wavered in the air and into the ears of two Symprites who allowed their bodies to gently move with the pacing of the humble little song.

The tallest one of the two held the other close as he guided the other with his claws, fingers entwining as eyes met one another and shared a loving stare. The mood was just right and warm, the two muted their surroundings as the soft tune of the old radio allowed them to be in their own worlds all whilst loud parties ensued just miles outside of their home.

The shortest one wanted this moment to last forever, he truly thought he would have to go outside and party the night away with his beloved, Gladio, yet spending the last few moments of the year like this - with him.. Amias couldn’t be any happier. Gladio raised his claw as he allowed the other to slowly spin, his gorgeous curly locs bounced and swayed along with his movements, truly a wondrous Symp the Arctic could ever lay his eyes on.

Just then, a loud ‘boom ’ was heard outside, causing the two Symprites to whip their heads towards the window that showered them in a gentle blue light only for another loud crash to blare from a nearby village accompanied by a burst of all sorts of colors; fireworks.

The two Symps shared a relieved sigh as the explosion wasn’t a scary one, but rather a lighthearted one as the significance of it could mean the birth of the new year had arrived. Amias checked the clock on the wall as it did read midnight time, a smile grew on his face as he sadly moved from Gladio’s hold, wandering over to the counter where a champagne bottle idly sat, two long glasses stationed next to it.

He popped the bottle open as he poured a decent amount of liquid in the glasses, setting the bottle down as he carried the glasses back to the other, handing one to him as the two began to dance again. Their biotes twirled as did Amias though halfway stopping before he raised his glass, Gladio happily doing the same as they once more shared a loving look.

Their glasses met with a light ‘clink ! ’