It was officially Elias's birthday. The grand hotel in the city where his party was to be held had been transformed into a shimmering palace of fox lanterns, each with seven tails and eyes that resembled those of the fox lord. Some were glass lanterns, crafted so exquisitely that they seemed to belong in a museum or palace, and not used as props at a party.
There amber glow lined the gardens, the balconies, the walls and every hall, casting a warm regal light across the polished floors.
Cascading flower arrangements of mixed varieties spilled from tall vases. Chandeliers dazzled wit there glow which split into a million tiny stars. White silk and red velvet drapes framed the walls. In the gardens and courtyards, white fox shaped fountains sprayed arcs water out of their mouths, lit by hidden lights, making them sparkle like liquid fire.
