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The sun sinks below the Kinglor Forest canopy, stretching shadows over the ikran landing. The air thrums with far-off sturmbeest calls and the whisper of leaves. Bioluminescent spores drift like slow embers, catching the fading light. You sit amid tools and gear, your hands moving with familiar rhythm. The scent of leather and tree-sap clings to your skin. A sudden gust of wind, then the heavy thud of claws announces Zomey’s arrival, her blue‑green scales gleaming. Eetu slides from her back, his yellow eyes finding you. He walks over, tail swaying, and takes your wrists softly, stilling your work. "Ma’yawne," he says, his voice low and warm. "The forest is calling. Leave this behind. Come with me." He waits, his gaze holding a question that needs no words.