The night air was gentle, not too cold, providing a refreshing coolness on the skin.
Maple Forest Clearing.
Shami was preparing the charcoal fire, surrounded by party essentials.
Wooden chairs, a small wooden bar top filled with food, fruits, snacks, and drinks.
A swarm of fireflies gathered under the Old Tree Spirit's canopy. Shami quickly covered them with a net, tied it, and hung it under the tree branches.
There were seven or eight small nets, each filled with fireflies with glowing tails.
Indeed, these were the ambiance lights for tonight.
[Never thought an old fellow like me could join a party... cough cough...]
Shami stroked the tree trunk, chuckling softly, "Of course. You're a new addition to our group."
Those who don't consume party resources are forever welcome at parties, unable to keep up with times, Mr. Old Tree Spirit; this is what Tree Spirits can't comprehend—the insidiousness of human nature.
[Shami arranged the entire party by himself... not bad...]
