In the Spirit

--A loose sub-plot within the Prisoner/Trial story. All are welcome to add their 'letters to Saint Nick' if they have any--

The cold of oncoming winter reminded Renne of something. It reminded him of something that had happened, something wonderful and so blazingly simple.
Four years gone by now, he still lets himself relive that memory when his thoughts turn to darker halls. There are a few others from memories before then he allows to affect him so.
But this cold night is for one memory.

He remembered the charming little story read to him. And the name mentioned in it.
Renne was never told if this Saint Nick was real, not-real or some other life-form and since that night, he had learned a little more about the custom in his travels.
So tonight in the quiet calm of Port South Holding House, Room Five, a letter is written and cast to the winds through the bars in the outside window.

Saint Nick

I learned about you a long time ago. Many, many cold-times ago. I have learned that you make joy and can sometimes grant wishes but not like the life-form called a Djinni. You are different. Like a faerie, I think but I do not know.
I only have three wishes for when you can.

There is an evil life-form inside me, Saint Nick. He makes holes in my head and makes me do evil things. I wish him gone forever. I think he came after...after a day that brought to me great pain. That day still brings me great pain.
My next wish is only that I can help bring Family back, maybe even go on the great water with them. To learn with them and make joy.
My last wish is only that I wish to conquer my fear of Thunder-Makers. Do you think if I got one, it would help?

I hope you find my words, Saint Nick.
Please be safe when you ride your carriage pulled by your deer. I shall listen for them if you come near this place. There are life-forms I have much love for. Please look out for them if you find them. They are all my Family.

-Renne

?Don?t let it fade away.? ~ Sheena Easton

Half way done with the Autumns, and last week showed the first snowfall. Johnathan found it completely entertaining that a good amount of the Many claim to be of Ice and Snow?and yet none of them procured the cold and snow. Granted, pot meets kettle?but at least she claims true to what she states she is. No matter. She liked the cold anyway. Wrapping that fog-grey cloak that she bought when she came into The City nearly four months ago; she has kept her promise to Gaston. Staying out of trouble. Hells. She doesn?t go into the Infamous Inn?not like she did so in the first place.

The clouded Sun was falling for the day when Johnathan got back to Port South. She hasn?t been avoided Renne whatsoever, it?s just that analyzing all the video tapes?his memories, his feelings, everything. It is rather odd, though. How come she got hit with his emotions so quickly and he has yet to with hers? Or maybe he has? And how come she has been analyzing nearly everything? What did this Bonding do to her brain?! But the Waters, when she got to farther pier--which has now become her home until her and Renne are able to live together and far away from this City?eased her question-filled mind.

Placing down the traveler?s bag along with herself on the pier?s edge, she stared down at the Waters and went off into space for awhile.

The Sun was completely gone by the time Johnathan realized what she needed to do at this point in time. Opening her bag and digging through it, she grabbed out a washed out corked beer bottle that she grabbed in one of the many alleys, a couple of pieces of paper, the ever-so-often-used quill and the corked inkwell. Uncorking the bottle of ink, she dipped the writing tip of the quill into the ink only once and that is all she needed.

It took Johnathan nearly a full-hour to write out a detailed letter?explaining what has happened, what will happen, and the hopeful outcome. All of this was to whom? Letting the soft Winds dry out the ink upon the papers, she rolled them up, uncorked the washed out beer bottle and stuffed the rolled paper into the neck; letting it drop at the bottom. Corking the bottle back up, Johnathan scooted closer so she did not have to lean forward too much to see the Waters.

?Please send this bottle to the North RhyDin Harbours. I do not mind how long it takes, but as long as yer Wa?es keep the bottle safe and able to make it there, that is all I care.?

With that, she dropped the bottle into the Waters and watched the Waves slowly let it drift away from Port South. Johnathan sighed as she rubbed her forehead for a couple of moments. Her eyebrows then knitted together as an idea came to her head. A random idea for that matter. Digging through the bag of hers once again, she grabbed another piece of paper and started writing once again. It was most unusual that she writes exactly how she speaks.

Sire-Saint Nicholas,

I do apologize fer not writing in?well..let us not count how long. I do appreciate that ye still li?e on yer tradition of making children happy, whether it be from emotional things or physical things.

I know that I do not deser?e something from ye, but fer a full-grown El?en whose is starting to regain her childlike curiosities, I thought I would gi?e it a shot. I do not ask fer much. There is only one thing that I want. Fer Renne Arc?err to be free. To li?e out his life?and hopefully with I. He is basically me husband now?just in his customs but not me own as of yet.

I lo?e him more than me own life. And I would gi?e up me life to sa?e his. Fer him to be happy again. Wether it be with or without I. That is all I wish fer. Fer Renne?s True Happiness to show. And if I am in the picture of that or not, I do not care.

I thank ye fer taking time out of yer busy life to read a letter from an Inane Outsider.

Johnathan Helena Tapole

When the ink was dry, she folded the paper into quarters. Unsheathing the Kris-Blade sword of hers half-way, she placed the folded paper ontop of the blade and slid it back in; having the paper kept safely within the sheath. Sighing a bit, Johnathan lied down on her back, with the cloak under her and still wrapped around her. It looked like it was going to rain soon. Moving her head to the side, her gaze fell to the distant Holding Houses. Furrowing her eyebrows a bit, she blinked rapidly as she quickly looked back up to the skies.

"Be safe, Me T'hy'la."