The atmosphere was euphoric. Music was being played with makeshift instruments, and dancing was being done without care. Chatter and laughter was the only other things that helped fill the air. There were greetings between old friends, and meetings between new ones. Even though Arlo was being quite shy, just standing alone off to the side. His eyes were bright, filled with the campfire light. And while it wasn’t a full smile, he did have a slight grin. He had never been apart of something so merry and care free. At least not since he was a child, which was almost what this made him feel like. He wasn’t thinking about anything other than this moment and experience. The sight’s and the sound’s, the way that smelled. The pain and sadness from the past simply didn’t exist. As he looked around, he could see that anything anyone would need had been brought. And there was more than enough for everyone. Gideon, after walking around and chatting with many of the other individuals. Casually made his way through the crowd to where Arlo was. Putting his arm around Arlo’s shoulders, asked if he was having a good time. After a momentary pause, Arlo exclaimed that he almost couldn’t put how he was feeling into words and thanked him for bringing him there. That this was just what he had wanted. Then admitted that he would’ve never found this place on his own. Gideon gave Arlo a pat on the back and told him to keep enjoying himself, and then simply walked away. But, it was not in the direction of the festivities. Arlo asked where he was going. Gideon, once again, responded without turning around or stopping. Saying that there were others that he needed to check in on as he slipped off into the darkness. Afterwards, Arlo decided that he was going to listen to Gideon’s advise and put his past experiences aside. Once he started meeting and mingling with some of the other individuals, found that his already joyous mood only continued to improve. Eventually, leading to the swapping of stories and the telling of tales. All who were involved got both a chance to talk, and the opportunity to laugh and listen. Some of which may have been embellished a bit, but it was all in good fun. Most of which were about something they did with family or friends. But there were some that simply beggared belief. Arlo felt like everything seemed to be going in slow motion, and how he wished that time could be frozen. He had never had a night like this ever before and didn’t want it to end. But as the festivities continued, he was noticing that it was getting harder and harder to see. The dancing light of the fires dwindling. Along with the sound of music and voices, slowly fading into silence.