Fools and Fire
The sky is dark without a moon and only the stars glimmer give a tiny bit of light casting the world into shadows and more shadows. The lake glistens like a mirror reflecting the stars and near the edge was the Fool. He's gotten a bonfire going and is standing besides it watching the flames flicker.
He starts to sing in a low voice a song that doesn't really have any words that are recognizable. It's an old song, somewhat cheerful if a bit melancholy at times. The Fool likes the night like this. This is when men were most afraid and would huddle close together to tell stories around their fires.
The Fool's shadow flickers with the firelight, for once moving because it should and his bells are muted.
He's also got some marshmallows from somewhere which he occasionally puts on a stick to roast and eat. Because everyone can appreciate marshmallows. And on moonless nights besides a bonfire they're even more appreciative.
He starts to sing in a low voice a song that doesn't really have any words that are recognizable. It's an old song, somewhat cheerful if a bit melancholy at times. The Fool likes the night like this. This is when men were most afraid and would huddle close together to tell stories around their fires.
The Fool's shadow flickers with the firelight, for once moving because it should and his bells are muted.
He's also got some marshmallows from somewhere which he occasionally puts on a stick to roast and eat. Because everyone can appreciate marshmallows. And on moonless nights besides a bonfire they're even more appreciative.