Picnic At The Bonfire Glade

[Susan Delgado]

The large white dog trotted leisurely through the gathering crowd. Everywhere he went, people stopped and stared. It wasn't taht he was unusual; on the contrary, he was a very ordinary dog, it was simply the context of seeing a dog wandering through the crowd as if he belonged. In fact, he did. His name was Feaer, and he was no ordinary dog.

As he moved through the crowd, he wasn't looking for anything in particular; he was scouting for his mistress, an elf maid named Elenachliel, who was waiting in the trees beyond the glade for his word. After surveying the party for a few minutes more, Feaer sat down, lolling his tongue in a doggy grin. He seemed the epitome of canine contentment.
Mistress, this is a good place. It's full of all the people!
Elenachlieil emerged from her hiding place, wondering exactly what the dog had meant by "all the people". When she came in view of the Glade, she smiled in understanding. She'd never seen so many different races together in one place before. Still grinning, she rushed to join the festivities, clutching her basket to her.