H. Jonas Rhynedahll
Sci-Fi & Fantasy Author
Townsfolk arriving and the picnic becoming a public festival.

By mid-morning the picnic had taken on the atmosphere of a public festival, with numerous townsfolk — including quite a number of whispering teenagers scouting the location — “just stopping by to say hello” (along with side dishes, kegs of apple cider, folding chairs, card tables, yard games, and sports equipment) by climbing the long, steep path of walkways, stairs, and ramps to reach the forecourt. “Impromptu” games broke out along with a general unfocused mingle and chat.

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