“They’ll be here soon.” She meant the adventurers and tourists from among the other races, sent to collect the token that he could offer, and the wisdom that he would share.
“It is enough that I can see you. How long can you stay this year?” His face fell just a fraction as he glanced over her shoulder, spotting the first adventurer, a Human, heading toward him.
“Just two days. But there is always next year.” She smiled brightly, another tear running down her cheek. Even though she’d lost him, he’d always return for her. And she’d return for him, until age or battle claimed her, and she could join him in Elune’s light for eternity.
“There is always next year”, he agreed.
She stepped back away from him, her eyes never leaving his face, as the Human stepped up to receive his first token of the Lunar Festival.
I know it's a little long, but I love this holiday.
The original post can be found on my website. =)