Christmas Market

the winter market

The best representation of the festive season was not those two days that were based on family and the exchange of time and gifts, but rather the large celebratory parties, which were now known as winter markets.

Painful and long years spent in darkness, in which the only company were the books he obtained from the only scientist who felt a little compassion for his situation. 

She was born on a winter island, but was kidnapped and raised in a laboratory, without knowing what it was like to feel the elements, until the day she was underestimated and was able to exercise what had been inflicted on her and begin her own journey. Observing human interactions, seeing the customs she read about in books and trying to understand such simple yet complicated subjects for a person who grew up hidden from the world. In search of answers from the past, she found her group, and began to experience new adventures that brought her happiness and to know what the word love meant.

-Come on, hurry up! - She screamed, unable to contain her excitement.She was already running through the streets unable to deal with the happiness that filled her chest.

The lights decorating the snow-covered streets, giving a faint glow to the sun that was beginning to hide on the horizon. The stalls decorated with garlands and pine cones, pine trees decorated with small wooden designs carved in the most diverse shapes, candles placed inside small metal boxes creating scenes with shadows. The mixed smells that brought her a comfort she couldn't understand. The fresh pine tree mixed with red mistletoe, the spices that were added to drinks and food, especially ginger and cinnamon.

Together with their reindeer friend, who quickly became inseparable after joining the group, they went through each stall wanting to try the delicious food and record the taste and smell in their memory. 

And without realizing it, she was taken by the swordsman, who had a growing affection, to try alcoholic drinks with spices that made her smile the most sincere smiles of happiness that everyone had seen until that moment. 

The cook exchanges her mug for some cinnamon and chocolate cookies that she had made, because at that level she would end up drunk too quickly, and advises her to try different specialties from some of the huts, accompanying her.

The historian had explained to her how traditions were changing and moulding themselves to current society, however, both interested in what was lost in the empty times of humanity, they found a special pleasure in experiencing the festive season surrounded by the group and all the entertainment that happened around the city.

The hours passed, the streets were filling up, you could hear countless conversations, toasts between mugs, children running, music of the time, the crackling of wood.She missed the big nose and the cyborg, but soon found them in the centre of the square where, together with a group of people, they were building a wooden platform. The navigator strokes his hair affectionately and starts heading in that direction, saying it would be the best thing that night.

Without containing his excitement, the captain shouts to start the party and, being so clumsy, pushes a nearby candle that quickly starts the structure on fire. Her eyes light up like that bonfire in front of her. It was as if the fire she felt inside her had gone out into the world.

Taking advantage of that moment when the whole group gathered around the fire and some people stopped to warm themselves in the heat, the musician picks up his violin and starts playing a melody that was famous on the winter islands. A calm melody, but with lyrics that brought joy and warmed hearts, to face the days when the snow persisted and the conditions that people had to face.

She feels an arm wrap around her, letting herself melt against that trunk of a place that she has come to call hers, and surrounded by the people who taught her what it was like to find her place and her home.