~EREN'S POV~
The table was round.
That had been my suggestion, three days before the council convened, and Ryland had agreed immediately in the way he agreed with things that were structurally sound without needing them explained. If we were going to build something that was supposed to outlast all of us, it needed to begin without anyone visually positioned above anyone else.
The irony was that the moment Lyra walked in and sat down, the head of the table was wherever she was.
