A/N: Not Toko. Sorry, fangirls.
The first night after the war's official end, and the entire nation is in celebration.
I watch from the palace's balcony as plumes of fire in every color imaginable blast into the sky, the explosions shaking the ancient walls.
"I wish you could see it," I comment over the din to, for the moment, my only companion. No doubt the others are off in the hubbub below, but neither of us has ever liked crowds. "It's really beautiful."
"Shhh," she snaps, hands and bare feet pressed into the stone as another flame whistles past. "I'm trying to enjoy the show."