Act 2: The Woman

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"Poor boy," said a woman, her voice soft and kind,

With brown flowing hair and blue eyes that shined.

She took off her scarf and wrapped it around,

"Come to my house, where warmth can be found."

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And so he went, to her house so bright,

She offered him cocoa, warm and light.

He tried to refuse, but the woman was caring,

And soon he drifted, with no more despairing.

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He woke to find himself back in his place,

Santa’s jolly grin on his kindly face.

“How’s it going, my lad?” asked Santa with cheer,

Before a snowman guard spoke, drawing near.

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“A she-elf is missing, she can’t be found!”

“May I ask who?” Mavenn asked, looking around.

"It’s your friend Loreal, I’m afraid," came the reply,

Now Mavenn’s quest had just taken a new sky.

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And then one of the elves came, too,

"I saw Loreal back at the place assigned to Mavenn," they knew.

"That sneaky young elf, oh dear," Santa sighed,

"Perhaps I could find her," Mavenn replied, wide-eyed.

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"Stick to your mission," Santa said with a wink,

"I’ll send the others to find her, don’t you think?"

As the adult elves prepared to teleport,

Mavenn took a deep breath, ready to support.

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But before he could speak, he looked at his friend,

A reindeer had come, with a nuzzle to lend.

It licked his face with a soft, gentle grace,

And for a moment, Mavenn felt peace in that place.

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He was about to speak when he suddenly woke,

His eyes opened wide, as if from a joke.

There, on the sofa, the red-haired girl lay,

The one from the snowglobe, with curls in disarray.

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Her hair was all curly, with freckles galore,

Her blue eyes so wistful, like something she bore.

She looked melancholic, just as Santa had said,

Her thoughts seemed to wander, her spirit misled.

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"Here's your hot cocoa, my dear child," her mother said with a grin,

"Thanks, Ma," she replied with a quick, small spin.

She took a sip, then glanced Mavenn's way,

Her eyes locked on him, continuing to stay.

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"What is your name?" the woman asked with a smile,

"My name is Mavenn. I came from..." he paused for a while.

Then, he remembered his mission, so clear, so near,

"I came from another city," he added with cheer.

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"My name is Dianne, and this is my daughter, Elara,"

She gestured to the girl, her smile full of aura.

Elara still stared, with eyes full of thought,

As if her mind wandered to places once sought.

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"I shall take you home. Do you remember your address?" the woman asked with care.

"I... I don’t... have a home," Mavenn replied, his voice full of despair.

"Oh, poor one," said the woman, her heart filled with grace.

"I'll do my best to find your parents, in this vast, wide space."

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"For now, you can stay here, where warmth fills the air,
This shall be a home for you, a place where we care."