A/N: We're back now, to after Sevra/Nohre/Zyris have left the Exclave.
- - - - -
⟠ ⟠ ⟠ ⦒>
In the middle of a certain territory's growing city, a bit too far away from the rail station to be practical for sending people out *frequently*... a squared timber and iron bracketed monstrosity rose sixty feet into the air. This rolling, siege tower-looking scaffolding was being used entirely in the construction of a sort of unique place.
Conversations with her daughter had given way for Yatrel to allow herself to be a bit more unburdened by conventions and use some of the ideas she'd always had in her head - from studying both modern fort construction practices and historical accounts on the nature of building over the ages. Thick walls felt like containment and imprisonment, which wasn't what anyone wanted after the Descents ended.
