The wind howled gently at the top of the Tower of Esyr. It's the highest point in the city. From this height, the city looked quite small.
Orion sat on the edge, legs dangling over the railing. The sky was painted in late-evening hues. Neon lights from below reflected faintly in his eyes, but he wasn't watching the view.
He looked like he was lost in his own thoughts.
Footsteps echoed behind him. However, he didn't turn around.
Azzy walked up quietly and sat beside him, leaving a wide enough gap not to intrude but close enough to mean something.
"I figured you would be here," Azzy said softly, looking out over the city. "Your mother was just the same. She liked to go to the highest places to sort out her thoughts. I prefer to roam around, though."
Orion didn't even blink, and neither did he react.
