That silenced the others.
For a moment, only the distant howl of a night creature echoed across the cliffs, and the soft whisper of wind whistled between the cradle walls.
Hanana scoffed. "Angry? Don't be dramatic. There's no sign of wrath, no storms, no fire in the skies."
"But no signs either," said the first beastman grimly. "The Constellation of Renewal always shines by now. It's never late."
"The Event was moved forward for a reason," someone whispered, eyes narrowed with suspicion. "The High Seers said the stars had spoken. But what if they misread them?"
Hanana snorted, crossing his arms. "You want to accuse the High Seers of misreading the stars? Are you trying to get us all exiled?"
"I'm saying something's off," the beastman snapped back, his striped tail flicking in agitation. "You can feel it in the ground. The silence of the forest. The change in the wind. Even the sky smells different."
