I struggled through the swarming streets to make my way home. When I arrived, I found Sylvain standing at the gate, his face pivoted towards the distant sounds of the coronation procession, the fox curled around his shoulders.
“Brother?”
“Yes, I’m home, Sylvain.”
“The vest?”
“A triumph,” I answered weakly as I passed him. My hand absently stroked the top of the fox’s head and to my happy surprise, it did not pull away. “Now I must bathe and dress for the celebration.”
“But are you not to see the coronation? Surely Duir has insisted upon your attendance? Even if I cannot see it, I have anticipated you describing to me the procession and eating of the street food and drinking of the good foreign ale the traveling vendors pour!”
I sighed heavily. “I forget how you enjoy these kinds of f
