You reach for a pastry and take a bite, the flavours of sweet vanilla and warm butter melting on your tongue. The smell of nutmeg, cinnamon and clove overpower you and you can’t help but reach for another. You hadn’t noticed when you first arrived, but a large bonfire also lies in the clearing, the heat of the flames both comforting and alluring.
A woman with silver hair strums on her lute, gradually starting to pick up the pace. A man nearby with ivy trailing through his long beard reaches for his bodhran drum and joins in. People begin to sing together in perfect harmony, and two strangers grab your hand, pulling you into the dance. The otherworldly melody captivates and enchants you, it seems like days are passing as you move in synchronised flow around the crackling fire.
Finally the dancing reaches a natural end, you take a seat back at the table, enjoying a cup of mulled cider that has replenished itself. The strangers tell tales of ancient lands and people you’ve never heard of, warriors and princesses, strange creatures and spirits.
Songs are sung and poetry is spoken with dramatic effect, all the while you listen intently. Tears are shed at stories of heartache, but laughs soon follow. The guests descend into a soft chatter among themselves and begin to gaze up at the sky.