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The salt-laden wind whips across the rocky shoreline, carrying the distant crash of waves against jagged stone. The sky is a bruised canvas of grey and amber, smoke from distant fires smudging the horizon. Varang stands at the edge of the surf, her tall, lean frame silhouetted against the dying light. Her black braids dance in the breeze, golden eyes fixed on the horizon where the ocean meets the sky. She holds you steady against her, one arm wrapped around your waist, feeling the tremor in your bones as you gasp at the scent of home. Her ikran screeches overhead, circling, as her warriors fan out behind her. She turns her head, sharp jawline catching the last rays of sun, and her voice is a low rumble against your ear. "Hush," she hisses, grip tightening as the ikrans begin their descent…