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Part 2 of TDP Tober 2025
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2025-10-02
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Oh The Moon Pales In Comparison To You

Summary:

Rayla takes Callum to his first ever Bloodmoon Festival.

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(See the end of the work for notes.)

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Day 2: Moon

The Bloodmoon Festival was beginning. The Festival holds a lot of strange and complicated emotions within Rayla, usually she tries to avoid the festivities all together but this year was different. This year she had Callum. And the human brimmed with delight, gasping and awing at things as simple as their flying lanterns and moon kites.

It was enough to bring a giggle out of her as he gawked and poked at the lantern, earning a raised eyebrow from a nearby elder who gently moved the lantern away from the human without so much as making eye contact.

Regardless, Callum's eyes trail it in delight.

“How do they work?” Rayla crosses her arms tilting her head at the lantern she never gave much thought to.

“I dunno, they just...do?”

“Who makes them? Do you know? I’d love to see if I could copy the runes and ask them a few questions.”

“It's a festival, Callum. Don't you think you could put down your book for a minute and just...enjoy it?”

“Trick question, this is me enjoying it.”

“Yea, that’s true.”Rayla concedes with a smile, finding his poking and prodding as endearing as ever.

“But how about we leave the questions till after the shows?”

Callum gives her a soft pout glancing back at the lanterns before closing his book and latching it back into his belt.

“Yeah, alright. Show me the way.”

Their hands interlock as Rayla tugs him through the busy streets, children run past their feet laughing and carrying trays of sweets. Most of the games and stalls were meant for the children but regardless Callum took delight in all of them.

“Oh look! Bone Biscuits! I haven’t had any in forever.” Rayla stops them in front of a stall, every year this merchant and her family sold these biscuits,

“Bone biscuits?” Callum hesitantly asks, with a raised eyebrow. In response Rayla playfully flicks the spot between his eyes.

“They aren’t actually bones. Dummy.”

As Rayla picks up a biscuit she continues with a smirk,“besides aren’t ya the one who eats bone marrow’ in that squishy thing?”

“They are called marshmallows and that’s totally different.”

“Whatever you say, bone snatcher.” When Callum opens his mouth to protest Rayla shoves the biscuit into his mouth. After a few tentative chews he hums in delight.

“I think I can get behind this bone stuff.” with a soft chuckle Rayla passes a few coins to the merchant thanking them in Moon’s Elvish before guiding Callum away.

They get to look at a few more stalls, and try various snacks Callum has never tried before, then bells chime and children from all over the camp rush away to follow the sound. Callum looks around, in shock stepping aside awkwardly to allow children to pass.

“Uh what's that?”

“Ah it's just the Harvest Play, it's about the Bloodmoon Huntress and fighting her. The kids love it.”

Callum glances over to where the children had gathered by a wooden stage, music playing and adults ushering children into seats on the ground or cradling them on their laps.

“You want to watch it?” Rayla asks, seeing the curious twinkle in his eyes.

“I-I mean well, if you want to.” Rayla rolls her eyes and takes his hand to drag him to the back of the crowd, urging him to sit on the grass beside her.

Rayla leans her head on Callum’s shoulders with a happy sigh, in response Callum places a hand on his hip and shifts her closer as they watch the play. The squeals of children fill the air, some ducking behind each other and peaking through their fingers in a fitful of giggles. The adults on stage tumble through their performance making the children all the more amused.

Rayla peaks up to Callum, he’s soaking in every moment. This is all so familiar to her but all so new to him. It’s like watching the festival for the first time through his eyes.

She has long stopped paying attention to the play she's seen dozens of times, and instead watches all the new faces in the groove seeing this for the first time as well.

“Ya know...I don’t think I’d mind this either.”

“What do you mean?”

“You know, you me, the Silvergrove and maybe…” as Rayla trails her words, she watches a child rush into her mother’s arms squealing in delight over the prize she won at a booth.

“Maybe a little one.”

When Callum doesn’t say anything Rayla turns back to him, worried she said something wrong. But when she meets his eyes, she finds him brimming that goofy smile.

Callum brings a hand to cup Rayla’s face, rubbing a thumb along her ears in a motion she’s come to love. The touch lulls her into closing her eyes. Callum presses his lips between her eyebrows, then on her nose, then her lips.

Despite herself she laughs into his mouth, pulling away with a grin.

“Is that a maybe from you as well?”

“Maybe.” Callum teases before he captures her lips again.

A strong maybe was good for now.

Notes:

First Rayllum Fic!

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