Lyssairia was already on the wall.
There was a stretch of the inner wall above the courtyard where the walkway was wide and the guards didn't bother to patrol very closely, and she was sitting on the parapet with one leg drawn up and a cup in her hand, looking down at the lanterns.
Mia went up the steps to her, and I followed, and we sat with Mia on one side of me and Lyssairia on the other.
Below us the long tables ran from gate to gate, and somebody on the beastkin side had started to sing again, the same low slow song I had heard from the balcony the night before, and a few voices from the Crown's side were trying, badly, to follow it.
For a while none of us said anything. It wasn't that kind of silence. It was the other kind, the kind I had spent years not having and had only learned this year that I wanted.
