The moon square looks as if a giant has nudged it with one finger. Flowerpots lean. A fountain squirts into somebody's boot.
Tessa checks the dome gauge. "Air is steady. We've got time to work carefully."
Nib points to the tower. A bright cable hangs loose beneath its roof. The upper walkway has a gap where a plank has fallen away.
Rolo spots a cart of festival supplies: banners, wooden poles and rolls of cloth.
"No wings, no problem," he says. He picks up a pole. It is taller than he is.
Pip raises one eyebrow. "Let's inspect before we invent."