Dumb Supper -- a Drabble

It feels like home, she thinks. Quiet breezes run through her hair as she walks among the tombstones, acknowledging the ones who came before her. There was nothing like having a Dumb Supper in the very place were all people come to rest at one time or another. Soon her friends would join her and together they would feast with the spirits and fae people. To be honest, she'd forgotten there was to be a Black Moon tonight on Samhain of all nights. Yet there it was and there she is walking to the picnic spot, chosen by the Lord and Lady, to celebrate with friends and family, both living and deceased, this hallowed High Holiday.