Thoren
By late afternoon, the common square no longer resembled the open stretch of worn stone we had arrived to that morning.
Rows of chairs faced the enormous projection screen, while tables stood beside the community hall awaiting the refreshments and cupcakes scheduled to arrive the following day. Protective coverings concealed the cables running between the equipment, and the low hum of the generators blended with the conversations of residents who had remained to watch.
What had begun as wary curiosity had gradually become anticipation.
People no longer lingered near their doorways or watched from the edges of the square. They moved between the chairs, tested the view from different rows, and debated where their families should sit tomorrow.
From there, it can continue with Kael
