The sound of an excited yelp made Belmyrs lift his head, with long black hair which shimmered like a raven’s feathers in the sunlight and a crown with large antlers resting atop his head. His eyes soon found the creature who made the sound, a big fox-like kitsune with nine tails and silvery white fur, jumping after a butterfly. He changed page in the sketchbook and started drawing the kitsune instead with a smile on his lips.
  As time went by there was a full drawing of the creature bathing in sunlight and smaller sketches of it playing and jumping around, and the kitsune itself was now lying next to him with the head in his lap. He had putt the pen and book down to pet over the soft fur. Little hairs of silver came lose, as the summer coat gave away to be replaced by a new coat more fit for the coming winter. This was another of those moments he could never get to many of, as it was calming to sit here and watch the sun setting.
  “Come on, Ithilwen, it is time to go inside”, Belmyrs said in Elvish as he woke up the kitsune, when the sun had finally disappeared behind the trees of the forest beyond the garden.
  The kitsune got up and stretched with a yawn, and followed him inside to the private chambers.
  The living room was mostly reminiscent of a small library, with shelves of Belmyrs’ favorite books, a beautiful desk, but it also had beautiful and comfortable chairs and an elegant sofa. It was a light and appealing room, a room fit for the Elven king.
  Belmyrs walked over to the desk to leave his sketchbook and pen there, and in the corner of his eye he could see Ithilwen change shape from the large kitsune to a man. Ithilwen still had nine tails and big fox-like ears with the silvery fur on his head, and long silver white hair. His body was slim and feminine and noticeable shorter than Belmyrs. Belmyrs turned to him with a smile on his lips, and soon Ithilwen had dressed himself in a beautiful robe. With a happy little fox-sound Ithilwen come over to him, and gave him a hug.
  “How has your day been? What where you drawing? May I see?” Ithilwen asked curiously, and looked up at him with a soft smile.
  Belmyrs had found he couldn’t deny Ithilwen anything and simply picked up the sketchbook to open it up and he showed him the roses, before answering him. “It was fine, I mean, I don’t really have a reason to complain. But sometimes it is hard to be a king, when I can’t do much to help my people. What can I do about too much rain?”
  “I’m not sure, but we need to figure it out.” Ithilwen said as he looked at the drawings and turned page in the book. A bigger smile took shape on his lips when he saw the drawings of himself as the fox. “I’ll help you, as your troubles are also mine, my sunlight.”