The chamber erupted.
Not chaos. Sound. The collective release of hundreds of people who had been holding something for a long time.
Eve sat still.
She heard it all around her. Voices and movement and the specific noise of a room processing something enormous.
She sat still and looked at the document on the table.
At the reform her parents had built toward for thirty years and had been stopped from reaching.
At the thing she had finished.
***
They got home at four in the afternoon.
The estate was quiet when they came through the portal. The pack was going about its evening. Someone was cooking....she could smell it from the courtyard.
Eve stood in the courtyard for a moment after the portal closed and looked at the estate and thought about how strange it was that the world looked exactly the same as it had this morning. Before the vote. Before the chamber erupted and Vassin struck the table and sixty years of buried reform became Conclave law.
Nothing looked different.
