The Lunar Festival is a time of celebration
It is a time of happiness, fortune and celebration. As well as time with loved ones. Aleklah invited Lylah to Moonglade, just outside of Nighthaven, those gathered in the town would be celebrating the night letting paper lanterns float into the skies.
The draenei and kaldorei unfortunately would miss this display.
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Long time no art huh?
Havn't made anything in a while I felt was worth posting here ;u;
But here for the Lunar festival 🥹♥️
My DH gal Artie allowing herself a pretty robe and to celebrate ✨
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Tradition
Moonglade isn’t a Sunshield tradition, it is ours -the four of us and we have kept it this way with minimal invasion or change over the years. It started ages ago when the girls were toddlers as a way for me to bond with them. In their early childhood evils were constantly battering us all, not in just my life but their fathers, the Sunshields, the Coalitions and it robbed us simply of feeling safe. It robbed us of memories… time.. love.
I have been told I was brought here for aid, recovery, and to get well within the peace that the protected lands can give its visitors. Take nothing and you will heal, do no wrong within the forest and you will know peace. While I do not remember it, or those that brought me here… my soul remembers something. It remembers whispers of a story about lovers, the timbre of the storyteller, and the feeling of being focused on completely.
It is a gift, this feeling that fogs the edges of my memory, one of love and devotion. It is what I imagine marriage is like, through thick and thin - sickness and in health. And this is what I try to give to my daughters when we come here.
Each year we arrive for the lunar festival and stay until it ends, we join strangers as they set off fireworks, attend the celebrations within the inn and hear the stories from visiting elders. We sleep in tents set up near the safer side of the lake and make up stories as we settle in to eat and enjoy our private time. Over the years our guardians have come and gone, leaving only Varsen as a staple for this tradition to continue as he was given this task to allow us this time under his watchful eye.
This year the girls are not toddlers but young ladies that will tell their own stories, set off fireworks and taste Moonglow.
I wish I remembered the story…
... all I remember is she sleeps and he comes for her. He always comes for her.
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