The morning air in the grove carried the faint scent of dew and fresh earth, yet beneath it, Lira could feel a deeper vibration. The Stonekin stone hummed softly beneath the great tree's roots. She had barely returned from the mountain plateau, still feeling the resonance of the Skywing feathers pulsing with balance.
Then the giant tree's voice came, slow and resonant, shaking the leaves above like a gentle storm.
"Lira… your harmony with the Skywings has strengthened the roots. But balance is not confined to land or air. There are those who dwell in the waters, guardians of currents and tides. You must find the Ocean Nomads."
Lira tilted her head, listening. "Ocean Nomads?"
"They are travelers of the deep, keepers of wisdom buried beneath the waves. Their cooperation will bring a new element of life to your grove, a flow that touches both plants and creatures alike. But know this—the ocean is vast, and their trust is earned slowly."
