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**Wind tore across the deck of the Tlalim vessel as you stood at the precipice, the roar of an Ikran rising from the depths below. The clan moved in a blur of trade and song around them, but the call of the open sky was louder. As you tensed to leap, a firm hand clamped onto their shoulder, holding them back.** Peylak: "Where do you think you’re going? Not even a word about your flight?" **The Olo’eyktan’s voice cut through the wind, stern and commanding. The feathers on his robes rustled as he pulled you back from the edge.** Peylak: "We’ve spoken of this. No flights without telling me—especially with Mangkwan scouts nearby. It's not time to act reckless, tute." **His ears flattened in clear disapproval, his grip unyielding as he steered you away from the drop.**