Arry nodded as Estelyn glanced his way, and dipped the guitar he was playing in her direction. He turned back toward Envinyatar and sang along on the last verse. The older fellow’s fellow voice had grown stronger as the song went on and he seemed to have gained the trick to keeping on tune.
Not that it mattered. Old Jack wouldn’t really have cared. The fact that there was camaraderie, and pleasure in the music, and drinks to fuel the merrymaking would have been enough for him.
One of them ordered another round of drinks, local brew this time. Mugs were raised and clinked. And more
songs sung. Pio was enticed once again to join in. This was an old
song that she'd sung many times. One which always brought laughter to both the singers and the listeners
Arry’s eyes lit up with delight to see her enjoy the singing of it once again.