Mid-Atutmn Festival Stories 2023

Zhanjin sat down in the crowded food area that the festival boasted. There were certainly a lot of tasty bites here; however something more pressing here was the fact that there were so many churbles here! Grante was completely distracted from enjoying the festivities for the God and Consort… The whole reason that Zhanjin himself was there, but Grante deserved to have a fun time too.

“Hey, Grante, you should go take Baegel and have some fun. This festival is for that after all.”

She looked shocked, quickly signing. “No. I couldn’t. Protect you here.”

Zhanjin crossed his arms, pouting. “Are you implying that Telyn here can’t protect me for a few hours? Besides, who would be stupid enough to attack one blessed by the Consort DURING their festival?”

Telyn perked up upon hearing his name. Giving affirmation that he was indeed capable of watching their charge for a few hours.

Grante sheepishly shook her head. “Danger anywhere. No.”

Zhanjin’s eyes narrowed. It seemed he would have to take drastic action.

“As your superior, Grante, I am commanding you. Go take your churble and enjoy this festival dedicated to our God and their Lover.”

She nodded, resolve seeming now set in stone. She signed to Telyn before departing. “Zhanjin, hurt. You hurt.”

They nodded and commented to Zhanjin after she was outta earshot.

“She works way too much. Of course, that’s why no one is dumb enough to mess with you. But enough of that.. Would you like to go explore the festivities yourself, my lord?”

Zhanjin stood up, shrugging playfully. “Grante works too much and you’re too formal. I love my two guards far too much. But you two need to relax. It’s a good thing you too are so cute.”

His churble, Coal, chirped in approval before nesting comfortably on his shoulder.

Telyn smile and nodded, following his lord around as he did anything he wanted to, which was most sampling the food and people watching until dawn.