[piosenniel]

Night – the Firework show begins

The party swirled on as the sun dipped below the horizon. Near the western edge of the field, guests settled in on blankets they’d spread on the ground or sat on benches they’d dragged over from the pavilions. The entry way to the burrow faced west, and from within could be seen a ghastly glow as the Wight settled himself in the doorway to watch the fireworks.

Amidst the oohs! And aahs! of the crowd, a series of small rockets burst against the dark sky, lit by the children. Heren Istarion or so she had gathered the wizard was called, had assisted in part, turning some of the bursts into lovely patterns that delighted and thrilled those watching . . .