"Think they called it off?" one commoner asked to his companion as Kyky passed by. "The royal baby was born - mayhap they reconsidering."
"They call it off, and forget to tell the nobles?" the other answered, making a gesture toward the seats occupied by the Consort, the prince(s), and the dukes and duchesses and their entourages. "If they waitin', I'm waitin'."
"...just the flooded streets mucking up the carriage wheels, nothing to worry about…"
Kyky's attention broke when she spotted the back of a familiar figure. She would have known that form anywhere, and that staff was unmistakable. A huge smile spread across her face and a peppy skip replaced her weary wandering steps as she cross the space, jumped up, and wrapped her arms around his neck from behind. He was a full foot taller than she, so it was a leap. "Bertie!"