Description

These buoyant poco migrate across the entire globe to collect twigs, leaves, and branches. Each poco only brings one, maybe two, of these bits to the final leg of their journey: the highest peak of the Northern Island. Upon reaching the highest point, the prancing poco will leave their offering behind atop a pile of hundred others. On the final night of December, the pile mysteriously disappears and Safirans all over the world discover little gifts at the foot of their beds. Many folk have grown curious about who or what can distribute the pile, but anyone who's tried to stay awake to observe the pile overnight finds themselves having fallen asleep, none the wiser to the magic behind the prancing pocos' hoard.