Aether ran after his sister, not trying to be left behind, but she wasn't slowing down even a little. She knew she was excited; he was too, I mean, they hadn't seen their grandmother in a while. But still, his feet weren't as big as hers!
His sister was a woman of high calibre and respect; many spoke badly of her, though, since she was cold to most, and never had even put a word about marriage, since she was slowly approaching that age, and since she was not the heir to the throne.; but they never seemed to affect her. Words meant nothing to her; she was like a statue when it came to them.
He wished he could be more like her, I mean, if someone spoke badly about him, he would probably cry, he had a weak heart... but he was sure she would be there for him. She was the best sister he could ever ask for.
Yet, as they were making their way to their destination, he saw something shine in the distance, and before he could ask his sister what it was, it came towards him.
