It was late at night, the chilly wind brushing against my skin as I stood at the edge of the town, staring at the towering silhouette of Clique Mountain. The night was quiet, almost still, save for the distant rustling of leaves. I closed my eyes and instantly felt Clique's presence, deep and ancient, vibrating through my very core.
"You have settled well in Iona," Clique's voice echoed in my mind, its tone both proud and comforting.
A sense of warmth spread as if the mountain embraced me. I nodded, feeling the weight of our connection strengthen. "Iona is home now," I whispered back, knowing that Clique could hear every thought and every feeling within me.
"The Tatian babies have been born," Clique continued, her voice like a low rumble of the earth beneath my feet. "I have felt their power."
