"Stay away from my sister."
Both "low" and "taut" came from the gloomy region between the grain storage and forge. Caelan halted on his way from the secure lodge to the warriors' rooms. He didn't arm himself. He appeared drowsy yet awake when he turned around.
Rowan entered the little moonlight. He looked sick and held fists. He was less confident than usual. He looked like a child trying to stop a wall from falling.
Caelan briefly peered at him. I thought your sister was free. Someone who desires to excel.
Rowan shouted, "Don't," and stepped forward. The tension between them had increased as they acted like siblings. Do not call this the Trials.You know it. Your actions worsen her condition. To you.
"Do I?" Despite his calmness, Caelan spoke harshly. After that day, he lost patience.
