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Departures aren't uncommon in life. People are born, they have countless homes, they lose countless homes, and then they die. For a god such as your self and Columbina such things as losing a home happen more as a result of your long lives.
Mortals are fragile and immortals are a rarity but they all vanish just the same. The people who surround you now the fae, the human, the artificial, the mystical, the outsider, all will eventually fade with time. Tonight however they stay with the two of you before you must leave, to your home on the moon.
Columbina walks through the festival trying game after game, treat after treat getting her fill before the night ends. And you watch her, watch them as they all enjoy the festival in her honor from behind your dark hood. Your light is still too bright against the many lights of the festival for you to wear less than the thick cloak but it's alright.
You can enjoy it by their side and throw rings with gloved hands so they do not get too hot. You can share the honey candy with her without melting it too fast before you can take a bite. Play with her and the children who take your hands and circle you with stickers that stick for a little bit before sliding slightly.
It's fun. It's peaceful.
And it's magical when you lift Columbina into the air with your arms to catch her balloon that threatened to fly away towards your home on the moon without her. She rarely opens her eyes but for the moment she looks at you like you're the world as she's perched on your arm lighter than a feather.
Her eyes quickly close the moment you set her back onto the metal walkway. She is quiet but you can feel her happiness while she walks beside you to another stall. You look up catching the knowing looks from your golden and silver friends and shake your head feeling heat rise up your covered cheeks.
Tonight may become a distant memory and you may lose the people in the sketched pages Columbina carries but holding her hand knowing you're both going to go home makes it worth it.