The roof is wide and well kept, one corner playing host to lines of laundry, the rest relatively empty. The sturdy adobe walls rise up to form a waist-high parapet, perfect for leaning on.
“Oh,” I say, crossing to the far side. “You can see the city from here!”
It wasn’t visible from the road, but from this far up, I can see past the rolling green tops of the plains to a line of yellow—the city walls—and beyond it only a shadowed glimpse of the myriad buildings hidden from view, disappearing into the distance. The river lies lower down, invisible from here, and part of the city disappears behind a swell of grasses to the west.
“We’re really not that far,” Bren agrees. “We could have all just kept walking, but…”
I grimace. “I would have been all right.”
Bren glances at me, a line appea
