I looked at him curiously for a few moments, trying to decipher this strange feeling that was beginning to grow in my chest because of his presence... and almost immediately his eyes met mine. His gaze was intense, but not hostile; rather, it conveyed confidence and a little sympathy.
—Oh, right, I forgot to introduce myself —the man said, stepping forward with a relaxed smile, though his eyes betrayed a far more serious character than he appeared—. My name is Aron White, and this is my sister, Celena White. We will be in charge of your training from now on.
He turned to her with a gesture that seemed to invite her to continue.
—Let Celena tell you a bit.
The woman took a few steps forward. Her boots sounded firm against the training ground floor, and with a simple movement of her hand, she brushed aside one of the frayed strands of her hair.
