It’s that time of year. The season of hearts, candy, flowers and valentines. In Cratersville, where I grew up, we celebrated Candy Hearts Day with all the light-hearted sweetness and silliness the day deserved, while here in the Creators Realm, where I currently live, not so much. Fortunately, since the Creators Realm and the iconvilles, of which Cratersville was one, use the same SolLuna calendar, it’s easy enough to keep track of the holidays according to real Earth time, even though the sentiments towards their observance is far from shared.
Despite a lack of interest in the frivolous and the fun here, I still create images for the holidays and celebrations that I know and love. Those I care about in the Creators Realm, who care about me, indulge me as I create and hand out these little reminders of home. This year, for Candy Hearts Day, I created a peace sign heart with rainbow orbs and flowers. It’s akin to the peace sign medallion I designed for my mom’s tea shop back when I was on the other side of the portal.
Lest this long preamble mislead you, I’m not writing about hearts and flowers and candy today, what I’m writing about is reconnecting. Upon my return to the Creators Realm, when I was newly separated from the people and places I had previously known, I started writing about my life in Cratersville as a way to fill the void not only in my life but in my heart as well. After several days of journalling my memories, I started to notice a strange phenomenon taking place in my room. Fiercely spinning whirlwinds of dust, no bigger than a mouse, would swirl around my feet, having appeared out of nowhere and vanishing as abruptly as they came. These tiny tornados became more numerous over time, and I started to notice their presence when I was creating too. This pattern of appearances, led me to believe, as the weeks went on, that the magic spilling from my Creation Book was the thing drawing them to me. They were hungry for the power I so obviously had enough to share.
One day, a few months later, when I was feeling particularly sad, having amassed a collection of designs, letters and greetings for people back in Cratersville that I knew I would never be able to send, one of the tiny tornadoes zipped up the leg of the desk I was working at and came to a screeching halt right in front of my Creation Book. I was surprised to see that the thing I had been thinking of as only a tangle of glittering dust was actually a dusty, sparkling creature with a tall pointy hat. Much to my amusement, the hat of the creature continued to spin, drawing bits of fluff, lint and dust into its cruft-comprised vortex. It amused me even more as the creature began bobbing up and down as it launched into a flurry of shrill “weeks” and “wows” making it sound like a highly caffeinated guinea pig. I recognized the series of sharp little noises for I had created creatures in Cratersville that squeaked in a similar dialect of hyper cavy. Sadly, I couldn’t understand a sound this creature said anymore than I could understand any of my own Weekles. I didn’t wonder for long what the fluffy creature was so frantically trying to tell me before it swooped down and snatched up the designs and letters I had so lovingly created, engulfing them in its blinding storm of dust before zipping down the desk leg and vanishing into the shadows.
Shock gave way to anger which simmered for days every time I saw the dusty daemon thieves skitter across my floor. Then Winter Wish Eve came, and I wrote out my wishes for the coming year as I had done throughout my childhood. At the top of the list, I wished for the return of my letters and designs, for even though I couldn’t send them, having them back in my possession would be the next best thing.
With no Winter Wish Tree to tie the list to, I tucked it under a plate of cookies which I left out with a glass of milk. If the elves of the Winter Wish Tree were unavailable to answer my requests, perhaps the thieving daemons of dust would. It didn’t surprise me, when I woke up the next morning, that my Winter Wish offering was gone. However, it did surprise me that the dusty thieves had made off with the plate and the glass as well. This act would have infuriated me if it hadn’t been for what was left on the table in the place where my offering had been. No, my stuff hadn’t been returned as requested, but, of course, that’s how a true Winter Wish goes, you never get what you expect, but if you’re lucky you might get something even better.
That’s exactly what I got that year, for there on the table, were responses to the letters and greetings I had never thought I would see. The dust daemons had found a way to deliver what I had not. I have used them ever since as my official couriers to the place I still call home. The only gotcha is that they have come to expect the cookies and milk. At this rate, I shall soon have to open up a bakery and housewares shop just to keep up, but if that’s the price required for staying connected, I shall pay it with a smile.
—Jellybean Reds, Creator of Little Creatures
Jelly’s Peace Sign Hearts – Early Morning Series
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Jelly’s Peace Sign Hearts – Evening Series
Jelly’s Peace Sign Hearts – Night Series