A celebration like this modern earth would have been a sorry affair. For the sorry people of Ferisdarm it was a grand celebration. They knew their gleeful moments could very well be their last experience of joy.
A final amusement to laugh in the face of death; resisting the encroaching darkness.
I caught their happiness. I bore a grin wide and mad as theirs. Desperate to have fun I allowed myself to dance with Iris. She guided me through the moves and failed miserably knowing only slightly more than my total ignorance.
I tried to take a break and talk more among the locals. Learning names, habits and views I could only know by spending time among the locals. A particularly attractive woman was slightly creepily pawing at my arm. To my relief, Iris dragged me and we joined the dancing again.