Lira's breath still came shallow, her pulse pounding with the aftershock of the vines she had summoned. The earth beneath her feet had trembled, obeyed, responded—not like before, not after long coaxing or frustration. This time, it had moved like it knew her.
But just as she began to calm, another sensation stirred deep within her chest.
It was softer than the earth's pull. Lighter. Shifting.
She blinked, lifting her face slightly—and felt it.
Wind.
Not just on her skin. She felt it. Like a pulse brushing past her thoughts. A subtle movement tugging at the edge of her awareness. It wasn't a breeze from the mountains or an afternoon gust. It was like… an invisible thread calling to her. A second rhythm beneath her skin.
Her brow furrowed. This was new.
