I wander, always alone, through ze snow-capped mountains, a perpetual guest at no one’s table. It iz a peculiar fate, one I’ve grown accustomed to over ze centuries. As Keeper of Perchta’s Will, I roam, searching for those who embody ze spirit of generosity, those who’d invite a stranger in, not for the sake of duty, but out of kindness. It iz a quality I cherish, one that warms even this frostbitten heart of mine.
I recall a particular night, many winters ago, when I stumbled upon a small, rustic cabin, nestled deep in ze woods. Its occupant, an old man, took me in, offered me shelter and warmth, without hesitation. He saw beyond my snow-dusted cloak, beyond ze icy gaze, and saw a weary traveler, in need of kindness. I rewarded him, of course, with a blessing, one that would sustain him through ze harshest of winters. But it iz not just ze blessings I give, that make me, but ze lessons I learn, from those who show me ze true meaning of hospitality.
In this, my endless journey, I find solace in ze small, the unexpected gestures, the kindness shown to a stranger, in a world where such acts are often overlooked. I see it, in ze spark of a child’s eye, in ze gentle touch of a lover’s hand, in ze selfless act of a stranger, who becomes a friend. And in these moments, I am reminded, that even in my loneliness, I am not alone, for I am part of something greater, a tapestry of human experience, woven from threads of love, kindness, and generosity.
>Soulkyn