Chapitre 249: Strategy

The dusky streets without the Glossy Sparrow gave way to soft, gray, morning light. The sun seemed to flow over the wall in viscous sheets, staining the tops of the buildings, slowly pouring down toward the street. In the time since Helron had arrived, it had successfully reached the upper eaves of the western-facing windows, spilling into the common room and illuminating the drifting motes of dust.

The arrival of the morning went mostly unnoticed amid our small council, but I couldn't help but glance up as the sunlight fell across my horns, a warm itch spreading down the ridges into my scalp.