"The anchor through the middle of the snow flake...that is my clan's sigil, it engraves itself on our coming of age." Kaideon said to Neveah from where he sat.
Neveah glanced over at Kaideon and he turned his hand over, revealing a black marking that was indeed similar to an anchor etched on his upper arm.
Truly, that exact marking cut through the snowflake, giving the central line a different appearance from a usual snowflake.
Neveah felt the strength leave her legs and she collapsed to a sitting position on the ground.
"Veah!" Kaideon exclaimed in concern, hurrying over to Neveah.
"Are you alright? Shall I send for Everon?" Kaideon asked but Neveah shook her head slightly.
"I am fine... I just...need a moment." Neveah whispered quietly.
Kaideon nodded in understanding and took a seat beside Neveah, he said nothing more but just sat by her, staring ahead in silence.
