"The First Soul? But he hasn't even trained!"
Sol's heart thudded at the words. Awakening. Phantom. Judgment. He had no idea what the rite entailed, but the way they spoke of it made his stomach coil with unease. Still, It seemed like it could be his chance to get the phantom, totem or whatever it was. So, he wasn't really that worried, not like anywhere is truly safe in this world.
"If he is what you say he is, he won't need one," Veylara said, waving her hand in dismissal. "Take him to the guest-quarters in the Feline Spire. Let him see the city. Feed him, clothe him in something less... conspicuous."
She turned back to her daughter, her expression softening for a fraction of a second. "I am glad you are alive, my daughter. But the mourning will have to wait. The Marauders are at the gates, and the Zharun Tribe is sending envoys."
Kira flinched at the mention of the Zharun tribe, but she bowed again. "Yes, Mother."
