David watched in silence as in the training fields, Master Gabriel was giving a speech on the history of the Newblood Trial. His robes fluttered and his whitish-speckened hairs blew in the light breeze.
Claw Zamian were standing an unnatural distance away from the other claws. Or to be more precise, the other claws had distanced themselves from them.
All because their Master was of noble blood. And hadn't served as a Sihapi.
Although he hadn't seen it himself, David had heard that his clawmates had been involved in certain altercations with the other claws, once even ending in a fistfight.
David didn't understand. Why would one fight with another when they shall both end up at the same borders, fighting for their lives while defending the lands against foreign invasion?
