Some of the very crowd of spectators that may, or may not, make it out of the war unscathed began to disperse. Some mortals moved toward the station campsites - where those assigned closer evacuation timings were being temporarily moved.
Meanwhile, those in the viewing areas still bantered a while longer about the display they'd witnessed before they had to switch gears again. As the members of the Goltbred retinue prepared to depart, a tall and raven haired figure strode their way in her family's traditional black suit. Qatrand had excused herself from the Yecine elders' immediate planning session.
She had been unable to break away all day. Until now, only the extra calm emotions from her wife compared to yesterday had been felt. The teenager was looking forward to seeing her in person and making sure the heiress wasn't hiding her state.
