Talon's simple party had successfully taken place, even though not everyone had shown up to gather and celebrate.
Those who came enjoyed the lighthearted atmosphere and the break from the usual monotony of island life.
Laughter echoed around the campfire, and the soft strumming of Talon's guitar provided a calming background to the chatter.
It wasn't a grand affair, but for those present, it was more than enough to lift their spirits.
Talon turned his head toward John as Claire pointed and asked what he had brought.
John, always full of surprises, held up a small bottle. "Wine?" Talon muttered to himself, raising an eyebrow in curiosity. "But when did they have time to prepare that?" he wondered aloud, glancing at Claire, who shrugged with a smile. Talon hadn't noticed anyone working on brewing anything lately.
With a wide grin, John began handing out small cups of the wine to everyone gathered.
