Our interviewee is a member of the Wood Wailers, who was on patrol the night before the incident. It is with pleasure that I now present his eyewitness account to you, our dear readers. So what, precisely, is the true nature of the enigmatic eggs? In seeking to shed light upon the mystery, this reporter tracked down an individual who claims first-hand knowledge of the truth. Alas, it was to no avail, for when dawn arrived on the final day of Hatching-tide, naught were left of these eggs but broken shells. In the course of the festivities, word spread of these unusual specimens, and those folk fortunate enough to come into possession of one went to great pains to see it safely stored. According to the merchant charged with fulfilling the delivery, however, mixed amongst the eggs were ones that resembled those of no cloudkin he knew. In preparation for the event, Jihli Aliapoh and her fellow Dreamers had ordered a large shipment of dodo eggs from the Near Eastern city-state of Radz-at-Han. Although it would seem that everything unfolded according to script, upon speaking with event organizers, The Raven learned that something came to pass that exceeded the bounds of improvisation. This year's Hatching-tide festival has come to a close in fine fashion, with citizens and adventurers alike having done their part to recover the decorated eggs from the thieving spriggans. It would seem that not only decorated eggs will make a reappearance-in the name of faithful recreation, those sooty-black voidsents we all love to hate will also be returning to the fray.Īlternative artwork for the event. As I made to take my leave of the event organizers, they presented me with a flyer featuring an all-too-familiar face. They gave me to understand that Jihli, despite having no recollection whatsoever of her efforts the year past, graciously agreed to reprise her role for the happiness of the people, a most noble gesture. Racked by the selfsame doubt during my investigation, I broached the subject in an interview with those individuals who played key roles in popularizing the first Hatching-tide. And so it comes as no surprise-leastways to this reporter-that the festival returns for the second year running, that folk might enjoy a moment of respite even as the bloody-red Dalamud bears down upon them.Īt this juncture, our readers are certain to wonder how the event will be held, with the Dreamer lost to her memories. Even though it failed to deliver upon its declared objective of beckoning the Archons, Hatching-tide brought together the citizens in common cause and lifted morale in the midst of troubled times. Of those citizens and adventurers who partook of the revelry, the majority recount their egg-hunting experience with great fondness. While it would seem that the festival was a resounding failure, the prevailing sentiment is rather different. So it was that the curtains came tumbling down upon the inaugural Hatching-tide. And as if to rub salt into the wound, not a day after the Hatching Hour had passed, the Dreamer was found unconscious and bereft of all the memories pertaining to her labor of love, an affliction most folk ascribe to acute emotional trauma. As word of her impassioned undertaking spread, the endeavor of one woman grew to become that of all Eorzea, leading to the birth of the Hatching-tide tradition.Īlas, in spite of all the build-up and anticipation, the Twelve Archons failed to appear as prophesied. Inspired by the vision, Jihli set about doing the Archons' bidding-that is, to make ready the vessels for their return. Better known as the Dreamer, this eccentric young woman claims she was visited in her slumber by twelve magnificent Archons who descended from the heavens upon brilliantly colored eggs. Our dear readers will recall Hatching-tide, the outlandish new festival born of a dream beheld by a Miqo'te named Jihli Aliapoh. In today's edition, field correspondent Oliver Goodfellow examines the rumors that Hatching-tide is set to come rolling back into Eorzea for a second consecutive year. High above the Twelveswood, the raven circles, evermore seeking out truth hidden amongst the shadows of the trees.
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