I’ve been a similar situation this year, @Viviane! Ever since I started going to university, it’s been really hard for me to be as involved in community service and general “giving back.” Part of that is an unfortunate reality of a lot of people’s college careers: college can be a full-time job sometimes, so it can be easy to just hunker down and ignore the rest of the world. But I’ve also not been making my best effort to help others and I’ve felt off because of that. So, I decided to do something about it.
It started this past Monday. For context, I’m going to be studying abroad next semester, so I had to spend all of the money that I get to spend at the school’s cafeteria’s by the end of the semester. So, when I saw one of my classmates from my German class who was extremely stressed about our final exam, I offered to get her a coffee, which she took up.
On Tuesday, I was able to get some candy bars with the remainder of my cafeteria money. I handed them out to the housekeepers who work in my dorm as well as the ladies who work the cash registers where I bought the candy bars. All of them were extremely grateful to be recognized for what they do, and I even got some hugs as a thank you! It felt great to be able to give back to the people who often don’t get enough credit for all of the work they do. In short, being able to participate in Nepenthe this season has helped me to help others, and that’s helped me to feel better myself.
And then I had the dream. Much like @Helios’ dream, it started at a place I’m fairly familiar with in Neithernor: the airship. I was in my bed on board, and though I couldn’t see outside, I could tell something was different. Unsure of what to expect, I pulled on my windbreaker and moved quickly out of my room and the quarters area in general. When I arrived on deck, the first thing I noticed was the smell of the air. The air was void of the salty scent I had become accustomed to, and as I looked around, I realized I had no idea where I was. The land around the airship was grassy and yellow and strong winds whipped across the deck which carried a chill that I was unprepared for in the clothes I was wearing in the dream.
I was about to move back into the quarters when I saw a strange movement to the north. It seemed like a small part of the plains was moving towards the ship, and I stood on the deck, it steadily became clear what it was: a caravan of wagons. The wagons were topped with yellow covers which blended into the dry prairie grass around them, but as they came closer, I was able to see the wagons were decorated in all sorts of colors, each one different in color and design. The wagons, too, had a strange ethereal quality to them, and as they reached the ship, the ship’s deck exploded with activity around me.
Ghostly figures moved around and through me, preparing the deck for whatever they expected from those below. I stared down towards the ground and saw yellow-clad figures carrying wooden boxes and crates towards the ship. Some of the ship’s crew had now moved to the side of the ship. The crew was working a pulley whose ropes moved steadily towards the ground and waiting caravan party below. When the ropes reached the ground, the figures below quickly got to work. They placed a net on the ground and then placed the crates they’d been carrying onto it. Once all of the boxes were loaded, the figures below tied the net to the rope then signaled to the crew above.
The Weatherwatchers began to hoist the collection of boxes upwards. As the net filled with boxes left the ground, several of the figures from below quickly shifted into the form of birds, speeding past the net to meet the Weatherwatchers on deck. The newcomers shifted back into their human forms once they arrived on deck and joined the crew in moving the crates onto the deck. When the crates made it onto the deck, everyone got to work, sorting them into different stacks based on their contents. With this finished, the shifters turned to the crew. The symbol of Gossmere adorned each of their jackets.
The Gossmerrim spoke with the crew, checking to ensure their journey had been safe. With this confirmed, the two guilds hammered out the details of the upcoming journey: the Weatherwatchers would deliver these goods to each of the other guilds for distribution out of Neithernor during Nepenthe. This settled, the Gossmerrim moved to leave the ship. At this moment, one of them met eyes with me. At first, I thought it was a fluke: I had been passed through and ignored by my Weatherwatcher forebears during this whole dream. But I watched as this Gossemere’s face registered shock, and then cleared, then met my own shock with a smile. Moving quickly and silently towards me, they whispered to me “Happy Nepenthe. Remember, it’s not too late to help those you can.” With that, all of the Gossmerrim shifted back into birds. The Weatherwatchers began to shout commands around me and slowly drifted out of the dream.
The dream made it clear to me that there’s still a lot of time (and a lot of ways) to give back this Nepenthe! Keep at it Mounties, and happy Nepenthe!