Lyrel Fruor quietly hummed to herself as she tended her garden. It was a task made more difficult by the grey skies above but one that she was determined to accomplish. Such was her dedication that she'd made quiet arrangements for solar lights to be sent to her from parts of Araqlun that were less invested in the maintenance of their green spaces, and the results were quite fabulous.
Not as fabulous as they had been, but beggars could not be choosers now that Araqlun had finished relocating to Ayther. She let out a small sigh, nostalgic for the subtle glow that had permeated her garden when the mana had flowed freely through the city. Now, most of it was being consumed for "defenses," whatever that meant.
