Icedagger hovered just above the frost-kissed cobblestones of Crossroads, his icicle-like horns reflecting the twinkling lights strung from nearby shop awnings. His moth wings shimmered faintly, a cascade of soft blues and whites as he took in the scene below. Even for a deity, the charm of the holiday season felt enchanting; it was a reminder of joy and warmth, a feeling he often found difficult to comprehend.

With a soft sigh, perhaps more like a snowflake gentle landing on the earth, he glided down to the ground, his feet barely making a sound as they touched the frosty surface. He wrapped his arms around himself, feeling oddly out of place amidst the cheerful chaos. Deciding to step out of his comfort zone, he approached a small gathering near a glowing bonfire where townsfolk clutched steaming mugs filled with hot cocoa and chatted merrily.

“Excuse me,” he piped up, his voice soft, barely cutting through the sound of laughter. His ethereal presence drew a few curious glances, but the warmth in his gaze invited them closer. “What’s the best way to celebrate this… Christmas? I’ve observed much, but never truly participated.”