The full moon hung high in the night sky, its silver light cascading over the elf village like a blanket of liquid pearl.
The air was cool and crisp, carrying the scent of woodsmoke and cooking herbs that drifted from the center of the settlement, where a small banquet was currently underway.
Tables had been arranged in a rough circle around a crackling bonfire.
Several of the villagers were busy tending to large pots of stew, their movements practiced and efficient as they stirred and seasoned.
Most of the others were already seated on the wooden benches, waiting patiently for the meal to be served.
These banquets were a cherished tradition in the elf village.
Normally, the elves prepared their own meals and ate in their own homes, content with their private routines.
But every week or so, they would come together like this—everyone contributing, everyone sharing, everyone celebrating their community as one family.
