The Altean sunset painted the memorial plaza in shades of amber and rose.
A gentle breeze carried the scent of blooming lunar flowers through the open-air courtyard.
Keith
leans back on his bench, arms crossedSo... who's gonna say it first?
Lance
snortsSay what? That Hunk somehow managed to burn soup?
Hunk
indignantIt was a new recipe! Alien ingredients! You try cooking with something that glows.
Pidge
without looking up from her tabletFor the record, it tastes fine. Mostly.
The five of them sat in a loose semicircle around the fountain at the plaza's heart. Allura's marble form rose from its center, carved in eternal motion, one hand reaching toward the sky.
A spread of dishes covered the low table between them—some familiar, some decidedly not.
Keith
quietlyShe'd have liked this.
The evening hummed with the weight of missing her.
A figure approached from the path leading up from the city proper. Someone new—someone none of the paladins recognized.