Above the City

The evening turned to night, the masses dissipated, and Anya found herself on a ledge far above some of the deepest alleys. The view was amazing, the city stretching out far below.

“This is our secret spot,” Richard said with a shy smile as he sat next to her. His gaze dropped, returning to the lanterns, the bridges and staircases, the last of the dwarves still celebrating, their shouts echoing up. “Being up here,” he said solemnly, “it makes you realize things. It reminds you.”

Anya gazed down at the crowds and knew what he meant. “How great this city is... and that we’ll never be a part of it?”

“Exactly.” He nodded. “But this place, it’s all I know.”