Heute ist Valentionstag! Morgen ist Valentionstag! Übermorgen ist Valentionstag!
Jeder Tag ist Valentionstag, bis du endlich deine Schokolade erhältst, kupo!

Doch nun ist dieser Tag gekommen, kupo…

Schicke dem ganz besonderen Menschen in deinem Leben ein Geschenk, um deinen Gefühlen Ausdruck zu verleihen, kupo! Denn jetzt ist Valentionstag.
Eine Chance, die es nur einmal im Jahr gibt, kupo!

Vielleicht sind einige von euch noch etwas zu schüchtern, um sich Schokolade zu schenken.
Oder vielleicht warten andere verzweifelt darauf, ihre Schokolade geschenkt zu bekommen.
Dies kann schon eine nervenaufreibende Zeit sein. So habe ich es zumindest gehört, kupo.

Doch keine Sorge, wir Moogles sind dazu da, Abenteurern wie dir zu helfen, kupo!

Es kommt nur auf den Mut an, kupo.
Nimm all deinen Mut zusammen und lass uns den Valentionstag gemeinsam bewältigen!
Überlass der Moogle-Post ruhig all deine Schokoladenauslieferungswünsche!

Und wusstest du schon…
Auch Moogles freuen sich über etwas Schokolade von ihren Meistern…

Ähm.
Ach, es ist nichts, kupo! Da habe ich mich wohl gerade ein wenig verplappert, das ist alles, kupo.

Also gut, noch einen schönen Valentionstag!

They were kukuru beans.
Standing with both hands stuck into the pockets of her white lab coat, Lorelili stared at the kukuru beans on the table.

“What are these doing here?”

The kukuru beans had been carefully encased in a leather pouch so that they would not get wet.
And the pouch had floated to the shores of Lorelili’s Mog Garden.

Four pouches in all, each containing kukuru beans. Lately, they had been arriving at the rate of one pouch a day.

“Something the matterrrr?” purred Kuyin Hathdenna, the little Mithra who tended the garden.
“Do you know anything about these?”
“N-no! Nothing!”
The Mithra averted her eyes with lightning speed.
…Suspicious.

“How about you, then?”
Lorelili addressed the moogle who was merrily twirling next to the table.
“What, kupo?”
“I’m asking whether you know anything about these kukuru beans that keep washing up at our garden.”
“Odd things are always washing up at the garden – that’s just how it is, kupo!”
“…True enough.”

The Sacred City of Adoulin is made up of a chain of islands, big and small.
However, most of the smaller islands are deserted and do not even have names.
These islands were opened up to adventurers who arrived as colonists.
Originally from Windurst, Lorelili had arrived at this Mog Garden around summer’s end.
Since then, six months had passed, and Lorelili continued to remain holed up here with her research.

“Hm?”
A call came in on the Linkpearl.
“…Oh, it’s just you, Hotcha-Motcha.”
“That’s no way to talk to an old childhood friend! Today’s the day you promised, right?”
“Oh, yeah…”

Begrudgingly, Lorelili made her way back to Western Adoulin.
Hotcha-Motcha was already waiting for her at the shore.

“Sorry for the wait. But do you really want to come visit?”
“Of course! You finally invited me. Time and time again, you’ve put it off with your excuse of, ‘The place is a mess right now, so maybe next time.’ How many months do you think I’ve had to wait?”
“You’re so persistent, Hotchmo.”
“That’s no way to talk to your childhood friend! Do you realize you even forgot my last birthday? You’re heartless…and by the way, my name is Hotcha-Motcha.”
“I know, Hotchmo. But it’s too long and troublesome to say, Hotchmo.”
“You’re doing it on purpose now, aren’t you…And another thing--”

Lorelili put both hands up to her ears to block out her old friend’s complaints.
At this sight, Hotcha-Motcha, who had been wheezing and panting and working himself up during his rant, dropped his shoulders dejectedly.
“You’re hopeless…”
“But don’t you see? I’ve gotten the personal laboratory I’ve always wanted! I have a whole island to do with as I like! How wonderful! Now I can experiment and research to my heart’s content. It’s almost enough to make me never want to leave the garden again!”
“But you never do leave the garden! How many days do you think it’s been since I last got to see you?”
“That’s because I’m busy working on a new recipe for wrought iron right now. I’ve got no time to be hanging out with you, Hotchmo!”

The two continued arguing even as they got into the moogle’s little boat.
Before the indignant Hotcha-Motcha had time to calm down, they had already reached the Mog Garden.

“Hm. You keep the place surprisingly tidy. That’s unexpected.”
“Welcome, Sir Hotcha-Motcha!” piped the little Mithra assistant, bowing her head.
“Oh, uh…thanks.”
“Huh? …I don’t remember ever telling you this guy’s name. Did I?”
The little Mithra nodded her head.
“You did, you did.”
“Oh. All right.”
“Hey, Lorelili. Since I’m here, you could at least offer me a cup of tea, don’t you think?”
“You came to my lab to drink tea?”
“No! That’s not what I –”
“Oh! I’ve got it! You’ve come to steal my research, haven’t you?!”
“No, no, definitely not! I have no interest in your oddly suspect alchemy experiments!”

“Then what did you come here for?”
“To talk. Just…talk. So, anything strange happen lately?”
“No, nothing.”
“What? But…that can’t be! Think harder.”
“I told you, there’s been nothing. My research is going as smoothly as can be. ‘I’ll soon show all those fools who ousted me from academia!’”
“What? What’s this ‘academia’?”
“I’m not sure. But it’s something that’s frequently exclaimed in these sorts of situations. I read it in the Tribune. It’s supposed to sound cool.”
“I…is that so? But it’s not your research I was talking about –”
“There’s been nothing unusual.”
“Oh…really? …I see.”
The conversation died out after that.
Saying he’d visit again, Hotcha-Motcha returned to Western Adoulin.

The day ended, and there was no new pouch containing kukuru beans.
But starting the next day, even more strange things began to show up on the shore.

Maple sugar.
Sheepskin parchment.
A scarlet ribbon.

Lining all the items up on the table in front of her, Lorelili folded her arms across her chest.
“There’s something odd about all this.”
The cold, logical, scientific part of Lorelili’s brain whirled in calculation.
At first glance, none of the items had anything in common.
But she had a feeling there was some unseen thread connecting them together, if only she could find it.

“Hang on. All this needs is one more thing…Could it be that this is – ?”
She was hit with a sudden revelation, and checked the calendar in her notebook.
“It’s been half a year since I came here, so right now it’s the second month of…”
The answer came to Lorelili’s head in a flash.
“Wait a minute. If I’m right –”

That night, Lorelili pretended as if she was returning to the mainland, and then hid herself in the grove of trees.
After a while, she saw her little Mithra assistant approach the shore and leave something behind.
When Lorelili picked it up, she saw that it was a bottle of Selbina Milk.
“I knew it!”
The items weren’t washing up on the shore. They were being left there every night, just like this.
“*Sigh* He must be the one who told that child to do this. I wonder, what was he planning on doing if I never made the connection?”
Lorelili let out a deep sigh.

The next day, Lorelili invited Hotcha-Motcha to her Mog Garden once more.
“Hello, hello! Thanks for inviting me! So what is it? You mentioned there was something you wanted me to see…”
Hotcha-Motcha arrived, looking strangely excited and expectant.
“Have a look at this,” said Lorelili.
She pointed at the table that had been placed on the shore.
On it were four pouches of kukuru beans, maple sugar, sheepskin parchment, a scarlet ribbon, and lastly, the bottle of Selbina Milk from the night before.
“…Huh? Why haven’t you done anything with – I mean, nothing, nothing. Never mind.”
“These are all flotsam that washed up on the shore. Strangely enough, though, they’re the perfect batch of ingredients for making chocolate. It’s as if someone were telling – nay, demanding - me to make some.”
“R-really. All these, eh? On the shore, you say.”
“But you know what? I’ve never cooked before in my life.”
“Huh?”
“On the other hand, you went to culinary school, as I recall. Right? Here you go!”
“What?”
“The milk will spoil if it’s not used. And it would be a shame to waste it.”
“Y-you want me to make the chocolate?” stammered Hotcha-Motcha.
“Yes, that’s right. Go on! Oh, and you know that crystal, for when you’re making something especially precious? I think it’d be a good idea to use that as a finishing touch.”
“Whaaaaat?!”


At Hotcha-Motcha’s hands, a most excellent, high-quality heart-shaped chocolate was made.

“Okay, now use these!”
Lorelili held out the sheepskin parchment and scarlet ribbon.
“You want me to wrap it?”
“That’s right. You’re clever with your hands, aren’t you? Hotchmo.”

Neatly wrapped, the heart-shaped chocolate became the most darling-looking gift you ever did see.
“I-is this okay?” asked Hotcha-Motcha.
“Yes, perfect! Great job!”
“Um, so…can I ask what you’re going to do with that?” Hotcha-Motcha asked nervously.
Lorelili smiled impishly.
“Do you want it?”
“What?”
“Today’s the day for it, isn’t it? Valentione’s Day.”
“B-but…I’m the one who made that chocolate!”
“Well, if you don’t want it, perhaps I’ll give it to my hard-working little assistant Kuyin, or maybe to the moogle…”
“W-whoa, whoa, wait! I do! I want the chocolate!”
“Then here. I hope you appreciate it. It’s handmade, you know!”
“I should know, it was my hand that made it!!”
Lorelili, seeing Hotcha-Motcha was on the verge of tears, stuck out her tongue a little sheepishly and thought to herself that maybe she had overdone the joke a little.

“But if I had made it, it would’ve turned into something more like ‘a sweet drink that may or may not make you stronger’ – would you have preferred that?”
“Is that even safe to drink?!”
“That’s why I’m giving you this chocolate instead.”
“*Sob* I never thought I’d end up receiving a chocolate I made with my own hands that I put my own name on…”
“It’s your fault for cooking up such a roundabout scheme and even dragging little Kuyin into it.”
“*Urk!*”
“Come on, dry your eyes. I may not be able to make chocolate, but I can manage to brew up a cup of tea. It’s a bit early, but let’s have teatime.”

Lighting the spirit lamp, Lorelili boiled water in a beaker and made some chamomile tea.

From the odd way she prepared the tea to the awkward pouring of it, it was quite obvious that Lorelili had no culinary skills whatsoever; equally obvious was the worry on Hotcha-Motcha’s face.
Yet, the tea they drank together as they watched the sun set into the western sea, Hotcha-Motcha happily declared to be delicious.

Such a simple creature, Lorelili thought to herself…even as she vowed to remember his next birthday.

Text: Miyabi Hasegawa Illustration: Mitsuhiro Arita

Veranstaltungszeitraum

Von Donnerstag, 6. Februar 2014 um 8:00 Uhr (GMT) bis Montag, 17. Februar 2014 um 8:00 Uhr (GMT)

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Sprich während des Veranstaltungszeitraums die folgenden NPCs an, um dein Verkupplungsgeschick in einem Mini-Spiel zu testen.

・Niscoliette: Süd-San d'Oria (I-11)
・Prycillia: Bastok-Minen (J-9)
・Chabobo: Windurst-Wälder (K-12)

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Die bisherigen Belohnungen

Die Belohnungen, die an vergangenen Valentionstagen ausgegeben wurden, sind an folgenden Orten erhältlich.

Moogle
・Süd-San d'Oria (J-9)
・Nord-San d'Oria (D-8)
・Bastok-Minen (I-9)
・Bastok-Markt (G-8)
・Windurst-Weiher (Nordseite F-5)
・Windurst-Wälder (K-10)