Moonlit Memories [FOP]

Vincent walked through the crowd towards a solitary table. The revelry roared around him like a cacophony of joyous cries. It was busy, too busy for his liking. He stood at the table, feeling his age as people less than half his age partied around him. His cold eyes darted across the crowd. His hand hovered over the candle on the table. His innate nervous tick of manipulating small candle fire had served him well during the long nights of tedious paperwork, but now it just made him seem like a jittery old soldier. His hand placed neatly on the tome to his side, he looked the part of the master of arms. His old military parade uniform still fit and the chain holding his tome to his waist was still as functional as ever. He looked more like he lifted a siege rather than enjoying a party as a foreign diplomat.
The candle's fire sputtered and died at Vincent's command. The thick candle smoke drifted up through his fingers before he ignited the flame with a quick spell, muttered under his breath. The warmth of the source so close to him was a welcome relief he hadn't felt in a while. As the old man that he was, he thought back to his younger years when he studied in Al-Qahil... When he fell in love with his first wife. He still missed Myriam, even after so many years. The moonlit streets of Al-Qahil brought back many memories of those days.
His attention drifted back to the festivities in the present. It was a cool summer night and the music drowned out all thought. He noticed a woman had joined him at his solitary table just outside of the busyness of the crowd. “Enjoying the festivities?” Vincent asked.