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Yet again Helovia had something else in store for the grey stag—something that involved magic and strangeness and charm. A now all-too-familiar gathering of creatures surrounded something, excitement obvious in their sparkling eyes. It seemed that all of Helovia's denizens gathered every once in awhile, each and every inhabitant eager to investigate some sort of magical happening. His ears strained forwards to catch the gentle chiming of a myriad of voices, all pleasant and hushed as befitting as a day as cold and lovely as today. As always, Howl decided to meander towards the mass of life, stepping softly in the now-tall snow. When he drew closer, the stallion noticed a turtle (of all things) beside a tree whose branches were weighed down by offerings. Near the top of the tree was a shining orb whose light radiated onto the crowd; a smile warmed the chilled contours of the stag's face as he observed Helovians of all walks of life hanging their respective donations onto the tree's boughs. Perhaps the darkness and the cold had kindled the warmth of generosity in their hearts—and perhaps it would be befitting if he offered it something of his own, too.
So, with a sort of reverent glee, Howl moved towards the strange and wonderful turtle, whose back scintillated with scenes of glory and triumph. Wordlessly, he bowed before the creature, his knees buckling to the snow. After this display of respect, the stallion approached the tree, studying the multitude of items placed on the branches. He pondered for a moment about his own inventory, and after a small epiphany, shook the rabbit's foot from the tines of his antlers, an item he had acquired from a fearsome goat at a gathering much like this one. Nimbly, Howl picked up the foot and carefully placed it on a bough. Aware of those waiting behind him, the grey moved off promptly, all the while admiring the show of charity performed by his fellow inhabitants.
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So, with a sort of reverent glee, Howl moved towards the strange and wonderful turtle, whose back scintillated with scenes of glory and triumph. Wordlessly, he bowed before the creature, his knees buckling to the snow. After this display of respect, the stallion approached the tree, studying the multitude of items placed on the branches. He pondered for a moment about his own inventory, and after a small epiphany, shook the rabbit's foot from the tines of his antlers, an item he had acquired from a fearsome goat at a gathering much like this one. Nimbly, Howl picked up the foot and carefully placed it on a bough. Aware of those waiting behind him, the grey moved off promptly, all the while admiring the show of charity performed by his fellow inhabitants.
Howl gives the tree his rabbit's foot.
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