{"The mountains are calling and I must go."}
QADIRA'S POV
The night was quiet, but my heart was not. Rolan's arm was wrapped around my waist, his breath warm against the curve of my shoulder as we lay curled together in the bed we had shared since the feast at the Kayne home. I traced idle circles over Rolan's forearm, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. It calmed me. It always did. But tonight, the calm only deepened the space where the unease had begun to root.
"I thought I'd feel more settled," I whispered into the dark, more to myself than to him.
Rolan shifted slightly behind me, pulling me closer. "About leaving?"
"About everything." I exhaled slowly. "This path. The future. Us." I turned my head, just enough to meet his eyes. "But mostly... the call I feel in my blood. It is like something's waiting."
He studied me for a moment, not dismissing me. "The Mira magic?"
