and laid them down in coloured sheets

"Everyone is celebrating, Dunban. Don't you want to join them?"

A fresh plateau of completion on reconstruction and exploration efforts in the new world meant time for retrospection. Some were meditating perhaps a little too deeply, working shoulder hunched.

"Dunban?"

"I was...thinking of Fiora."

The sibling who'd lived. Melia supposed she'd every right to be far more obstinately inconsolable, unresponsive to the words of a friend. And yet...

"She'd said to me, after we reunited, that I really do need better taste in friends."

She saw a way forward, directly before her.

"I think Kallian was a wonderful choice."