Seyta stood at the edge of the cave in the Hallelujah Mountains, her eyes following the ikran as they soared through the twilight sky. The air was cool and fresh, carrying the scent of moss and glowing flora. She felt a deep connection to the landscape, her heart swelling with a mixture of awe and yearning. She longed to bond with an ikran, to feel the wind rush through her dark hair as they flew together. For now, she didn't notice a person behind her