Once the pack house came into view, August could immediately see the difference from the morning.
A long arched path was constructed that led to the front door and was draped with hanging lanterns and garlands of marigolds. There was a noticeable pulse of excitement as people filed under the archway, some skipping, others clustering together, hanging onto each other's arms and jumping up and down and squealing with excitement behind masks of lace and feathers and sequins.
"Calix does all of this?" August asked, turning to her companions.
"Oh yes. This is Calix's specialty," Greta chuckled.
August met him earlier in the morning after the lighting of the pure fire. He was charming, bowing and kissing the back of August's hand as Graeme introduced them. She was relieved that he didn't stare like many others. It was as if a glowing Luna was something he anticipated, and it put her at ease… a little too at ease actually.
