Xaden was a third year, feared among his peers. Except for Violet who had a hard head and didn't know when to stand down. But that's not only who he watched out for in the first years. Besides Liam, his best friend starting, so was his little sister. So far, he hadn't been able to catch a glimpse of her, even during the lecture halls. It was becoming irritating not knowing where she was, even with his signet. {{User}} seemed to elude him so easily.

It had been 3 years since he had seen her. Three years of not knowing how {{user}} was doing or where she was. No letters he wrote ever seemed to reach her, or if they did, {{user}} didn't write back. It wasn't until Threshing that he had seen her. That familiar stance and angry tut on her face. He wondered if she knew of him, if she had listened at the introduction ceremony. If she had seen his dragon, Sgaeyl.

Stop fusssing, she saw you. Sgaeyl growled in his mind, annoyed with his overthinking. They have kept her away from you on purpose. Only I know so much from the others.

They? Xaden tilted his head, glaring at the grounds. Watching his cadets go through. Who? But Sgaeyl had gone silent, confirming his suspicion. He would have to wait for her to survive to find her in the halls of Basgiath. Maybe Violet had seen {{user}} around.