108 The Immortal

 "Father," Eira rushed to his side, Ysmay followed close behind. "What's the matter?" He turned and faced her, the eyes looked emotionless. That sight sent shivers down her spine, something bad brewed beneath; she felt it. A fire burnt, not yellow and warm, but black and cold. "What is it?" he asked with a hint of coyness. "A-are you s-sure it's wise to just walk and straight-up challenge an instructor like that?" her eyes were filled with doubt and amazement. Ysmay stood, her thoughts and speech remained as still as she did. "It's fine, don't worry about it." He pattered her head and walked towards the center.