Written for holiday 2003: a vigil on a winter Zexen night. (Zexen Knights, post-game)
- Really, the "ambience" rating said everything I meant to. However, I'll elaborate - you've a gift for pacing, imagery, and rhythm, and weaving them together. While I've got almost no visual imagination, I found myself picturing scenes while I read this, and that's no mean feat. In another note on the same subject, you manage to build the spirit of camaraderie amongst the Six Mighty Knights excellently, and that's always something that I enjoy.
- I'm sorry I only had one good adjective with which to rate this story. You have such a talent for taking the bare sketches of worlds that games can provide, and turning those sketches into deep, rich portraits. Every little detail here, from not letting the hearth-heat out into the night to leaving a coin for grandfather holly to the felling of the boar for the festival -- every bit of it felt true, and meaningful, and comforting. Like a Yuletide story should be, really.
...And I'm so very happy for -- well, for all of them. But for Louis, especially. Beautiful work.