A week had passed since the unusual seismic activity had begun to rattle New Lycania. The city's residents had grown accustomed to the minor earthquakes that occasionally shook the ground beneath their feet.
At first, they were taken aback by the sudden earthquakes, wondering what was happening. But after an explanation by Ava, everything calmed down. Soon, it had become an accepted part of daily life, and people carried on with their tasks as if nothing unusual was happening.
Ava sat in a cosy corner of a local cafe, sipping her tea, her expression one of casual indifference despite the tremors. She was joined by the twins and Anna, who had grown accustomed to the peculiarities of life in New Lycania.
"You know, I've heard of earthquakes, but these seem a bit... controlled, don't you think?" Irina, her playful nature shining through, couldn't resist a teasing comment.