The celebration was being held at the center of the community.
Typical of any commune, a very long table ran through the square. The elves were seated according to age. The youngest of them occupied the bottom part, while the elders remained at the top. And that the head of the table itself, was none other that the matriarch of the clan herself. From that elevated position, Anna could see very clearly that this was all far from over.
As she watched the dancing eyes of the younger ones flip excitedly in elation, she saw the danger and foolishness that came with youth. But the elders were not completely innocent of this either. On her immediate left, and right, she saw relief in their eyes as they wined and dined. They did not overtly show their joy, but, she could tell that they were grateful.
