A Decision to be Made (6)

The soft, yet bright light of the orb illuminated the cavern. The light shone through the windows, lighting up the room. Iris raised her hand before her eyes to block it from shining into her eyes as she pondered.

Aether stood on the balcony, his gaze focused on a distant group of travellers. More refugees, cast away from their homes either due to another wildmagic surge, or due to the constant struggle of power between the Kioth and Doirioth clans.

His lips formed a thin line as he crossed his arms. What had changed since he left, that things had gotten so much worse? He didn't concern himself much about the battle for power taking place between the other two clans. He was more concerned about the wildmagic surges.