XXX✯ North had always known she was a star-crafter- and that she was one of the worst. It wasn't that she technically couldn't craft a star, as many of the older crafters repeated to her in pitying voices. No, it was that she wasn't putting the 'right passion' behind it... or something like that. The tiny, flickering stars North made with hasty paws and uneven strokes of the brush or rushed punches of the needly never seemed to last more than a moment or two. Like fireflies at dawn, the little flecks of gold in the rolling night sky would inevitably wink out soon after North sent them adrift. Why? she always asked herself. Why don't they stay afloat? No matter how bright I make them, they fade away too soon... As a young Marumi, North was troubled by her inadequacy. No matter how many times the older crafters reassured her that she would learn in time, she felt the pressure of being the newest and youngest star-crafter weighing heavily on her.
✯ One day, North found herself discontentedly gazing through the cosmic waves down into the mortal realm. Suddenly, from below she saw light... no, many lights! All twinkling to life, strung across dens, wound around towering green trees, across hearths roaring with warmth... it was as if her star-wrapped home had sunk into the realm below! North stole a glance around to see if any Maru crafter was looking her away and, when the coast was clear, she dove down into the world below. The sensation of sinking through the dark night sky was both exhilarating and terrifying- the older Marus never spoke about the mortal world around her, nor the process of passing from one world to another. How could they have kept this secret for so long?! Look how beautiful the city is, full of lights and Marus of all shapes and colors! And look-
✯ The feeling of cold, hard ground beneath her paws startled North out of her thoughts. Was this... snow? She had never felt it before, only batted at the flakes that passed by their sky-bound home. It took an awkward moment for her to adjust to walking on solid ground, but soon North was plodding along towards the town, where she ducked behind trees to watch the Marus gathered in the center square. She watched as a white, long-furred Marumi approached another, a package in their paws. They told their companion a story from early that year, of this Maru travelling far from the town to gift the speaker their favorite fresh berries, and how much the gesture had meant to them. The speaker, in turn, produced a gift of their own and told their own heart-felt story. Seeing the couple tear up and embrace as they opened their gifts struck North. This went on around the circle for a while longer, with North watching with rapt attention. A soft voice jolted her from her trance; "Have you gotten a gift yet, dearie? Oh, you look frozen- come closer now, towards the fire." A kind-looking Maru ushered her towards the circle as North protested; "N-no, I-I'm not from here... I don't know anyone... and I didn't even bring a gift!" The other Maru scoffed. "Oh, the holidays aren't about giving gifts! The gifts are kind gestures, but this time of year is for remembering and appreciating the folks around us, and all the wonderful feelings they bring into our lives!" North, too stunned to speak, accepted the long scarf they wrapped around her shoulders and warm, sweat drink they placed in her paws. "Just because we don't know you doesn't mean we don't appreciate you, either, little one. Why don't you tell us where you're from?" Tentatively, North replied, "U-um, from a town far away from this one... a town full of artists, crafters." This seemed to please the Marumis of the town. "We, too, are crafters! Sewing, knitting, crochet, woodwork, baking, painting, everything!" Another, older Maru chimed in, "Many of us picked up the arts for those around us- to make gifts made with love, and our own two paws of course." He chuckled, and many of the others joined him. "I got a great tale for ya of when I baked my first pie for my mother, if ya care to lend an ear?" The older Maru continued. North eagerly agreed. The rest of the night was filled with stories of gratitude and appreciation, of love and companionship. As the stars twinkled in the night sky above, North found herself drifting off, swathed in warmth...
✯ I know what I will make with my stars! The thought jolted North awake from where she lay curled up in the cosmos. I'm back home? I don't remember travelling back... no matter, I have to draw the townsfolk and their bonfire! North began working feverishly on her constellation- weaving star after star together in ways she had never thought possible. With each glittering point of light she set afloat in the night, she could hear the voice of one of the Marumi townsfolk recounting a story of gratitude from the year passed. The constellation spooled out from her paws as she wove together thread after thread, memory after memory. It was only after she had finished the enormous star story that she realized all of the older star-crafters were watching her with pride and a hint of amusement in their eyes. "Why are you all watching me? I promise I didn't meant to stay so long in the mortal realm, I just- I didn't want to go." She stuttered. "Oh, North." The elder star-crafter's voice was rich and sonorous. "We aren't mad at you- far from it. We all are glad you finally took the leap and found your passion. Because of this, you were able to make your first constellation that will hang in the sky for many years to come." And it did- long enough for the townsfolk below to see themselves one winter night reflected up int he sky.
✯ Since that day, North has made it a tradition to visit the mortal Marumi in the world below the sky and listen to their stories of love, gratitude, and appreciation. She then takes the one that touched her the most and spends the next year drawing the tale in the stars.