Leon and Archon Vyra arrived together in the open space where the rest of the Pyrans had gathered, a couple of hundred meters from where they had settled.
Several tents had been set up quickly at the perimeter — practical, efficient, the kind of temporary structures people who knew how to survive erected fast when they needed them. From those tents, Pyrans were moving in and out steadily — entering in their usual clothing and emerging in something different, styles closer to what humans wore. One by one, the process continued with quiet organization.
Seraphine, Leon thought immediately, reading the practical efficiency of the whole arrangement. That has her fingerprints all over it.
