AURINDA

Aurinda sat next to the small bed in which her sister lay in.

Her skin was pallid and sweat dotted her forehead. There was a frown on her lips, and her eyebrows were furrowed together as if she was in pain.

The door to the place they were in was pushed open and Artin walked in. He had changed out of the academy clothing and was now wearing the other clothing that was designated for his status.

The robes he wore were of flaming red color, and there was a dragon embroidered on the hem of the sleeves and the back of the robe.

His inner robes were white and black, and he wore a pair of black slacks underneath the robes. His red hair had been pulled out of his face and was tried in a topknot at the middle of his head. There were a few strands steeping out, framing his face.

There was a frown on his face as he walked into the room.

Aurinda found herself staring at him longer than normal. She shook her head, suddenly feeling awkward.

"What did the physician say?"