The village dinner was already well underway by the time Yara and the dragon, now cloaked in his human form, arrived at the edge of the clearing. Warm light from the large bonfire in the center spilled out into the twilight, casting flickering shadows over the villagers who bustled around in an easy, familiar rhythm. Children dashed between tables and chairs, their laughter ringing out as they played games only they seemed to understand. The scent of roasting meat, herbs, and fresh bread filled the air, mixing with the earthy smell of the nearby forest.