Kael
From the rooftops, the celebration looked almost orderly.
The town square spread beneath me in a careful arrangement of movement and color. Workers finished positioning the last rows of chairs near the stage while vendors rolled carts into place along the bordering streets. Strings of lights stretched overhead between lampposts and balconies, and a small group of musicians near the fountain was already warming up their instruments. The sound of it drifted upward in loose bursts of laughter and tuning notes that carried across the stone.
But celebrations never looked the same from above.
From this vantage point, the city resolved into angles and distances rather than music and decoration. I could see the flow of people through each entry point, the shifting density of the crowd, th
