The rooftop was silent.
Evelyne was still sitting on the edge with her feet dangling over the street, gazing at Ark's nighttime horizon with the same expression she wore when looking at everything: unhurried, without any particular emotion, as if the world were a phenomenon she observed from a certain distance.
To her right, Seraphine sat with her legs stretched out in front of her, her back resting against the edge of the roof and her ankles crossed in the air. Her hands rested over her abdomen, and she looked at the sky with a calm that wasn't forced.
To her left, Freja sat with her legs crossed and her back straight, as if meditating on the edge of a rooftop at eleven at night were something completely reasonable.
Her three tentacles extended from her back and swayed slowly, with that lazy passivity of something that had no particular objective. Up, down, up, like seaweed underwater.
All three looked up at the same time.
