#haven.

Having not seen the prince since their...moment, Agron was quite concerned. He shouldn't have been, but his mind kept telling him that he should apologize or try and make amends of some sort. It had never been in his nature to be that kind of person though. He was a man of duty, the Queensguard. The Mordecai family was one he had sworn loyalty to and that, for certain, included Leander. He was sure he had messed up whatever progress they had made with just one moment though. And, with how Agron was as a person, he didn't know how to fix it. A bottle of cologne sure wasn't going to cut it this time.

Nevertheless, that was only the second reason he had made his way to the border. Refugees had been making their way over to Lysara and now they simply could not. This barrier was one that nobody seemed to know how to dispel and this was far above Agron's abilities to even try to do anything about it. The witches of the Tower were sure to be trying to figure out a way. Until then, they would all have to stay put. Maybe it would be handled soon, maybe it wouldn't. Either way, Agron was more concerned about the safety of Lysarans. And the royal family.

From what Eldar had told him, there had been quite a lot of people in Aventia. There had also been a lot that had not made it out of the place, too. Thankfully, his other half had made it out or else he really wasn't sure what would happen. Would he still be here? If one of them died, did they both die? Whatever. He wasn't going to think about that right now. The good thing was that they were both still here and that meant he could make sure that the few people he cared about were still alive. He'd heard that Freydis had been with those werewolves during everything so he had to imagine that she was in Haven still. Maybe. He really wished that she wasn't so that he could leave as soon as possible. Unfortunately, that was not the case. Great.

everyone’s making a lot of fuss about a few lights. this is her first opinion, on the whole thing. she’s got backup generators for the plants and, on top of that, they can manage a few days solely based in the aquaponic set up, without the aid of the lights and rigmarole. that’s mostly just to stimulate growtimes to meet up with jinsol’s ridiculous demands. the business grows by the day and nature can only do so much to keep up. 

so she heads back an hour or two after the generators all power down and afterlife isn’t fun anymore anyway,  just a crush of bodies in a dark room that is rapidly becoming way too humid and claustrophobic for her liking. the back streets are still cool from the winter air, at least, so she takes a deep breath. the taint of pollution is still there, to be sure,  but at least she’s as accustomed to that now as one can be. it’s relatively fresher, anyway, than the tangle of panic soaked bodies in the room she’s left behind. 

the green house is quiet. she doesn’t really have anything to do, and she can’t really tell, when the final phase sets in. there’s nothign to give her a clue that the world has been plunged further into chaos. lacking in modifications herself, she’s wrapped up rather peacefully in botanical sketches of the latest hybrid plant she’s bred into existence, has been carefully nurturing. it sits in front of her, with curling leaves and a fuzzed stem, and is the object of her entire focus when gun comes crashing into the room like a man possessed, grabs her by the shoulders and yanks her around on top of her stool to face him. she blinks up at him skeptical and owlish. “can i fucking help you, weirdo?”

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