The Modest Elf Festival

When one thinks of a festival, one usually imagines something grand, like fireworks exploding with a bang, or a dance troupe performing somewhere.

But the Elves' festival was not like that. It was simply about lighting a large bonfire, eating and drinking together, laughing, and chatting.

One might say that even their festival was modest, truly befitting Elves. For Franz, who didn't particularly welcome large crowds, it was actually a good thing.

Of course, even amidst all this, Franz was incredibly popular among the Elves.

“*Doongsil-doongsil* Franz—! This is delicious!”

As if it were a reward for giving them the *Doongsil-doongsil* ride, a small Elf brought him a skewer with a large piece of meat.

“Aren’t you going to eat any?”

“Not ‘you.’ My name is Lena.”

Perhaps displeased at being called “you,” the little Elf kindly told him her name.

*I wish they'd get my name right first.*...