After washing off the smell of smoke and spices, Sienna joined the queen under a parasol in a heavily protected area. Night had fallen, and the stars were stretching across the skies. Little drops of fake snow where falling over the transparent wall shield, to the excitement of the some lords, and disappointment of others: the eagle lord. The idea had of course been Sienna's. She was looking to outdo the eagle tribe's summit the previous year.
She only hoped that the evening dances were dazzling enough to continue the victorious trend. A vast platform had been erected on the beach, its edges lined with glowing lanterns that flickered like captured fireflies. The fox tribe's dancers were first to take the stage, their torches blazing against the night.
