The two of them kept walking along the wall in silence for a while after that. The night wind struck them from the side with enough force to make their cloaks snap against their legs, and Lysandra's blond hair had already become impossible to ignore. Several loose strands whipped across her face again and again until she finally clicked her tongue softly and reached up with both hands, gathering it back into a quick ponytail while still walking.
Trafalgar watched her for a second, then looked ahead again. The battlements stretched through the dark like a line carved into the mountain itself, and beyond them there was only mist, black sky, and the distant suggestion of peaks hidden behind the snow.
"Are you ready for the Council?" Lysandra asked.
