Serian's whole face lit up when she talked about them. It wasn't the competitive fire from the race or the cautious look she got during a fight. This was something real, something warm.
"My older sister, Vexia, she's the smart one," she said, her voice full of a pride that was impossible to fake. "A scholar, a master of ancient runes and histories. She could probably tell you the entire history of this world just from looking at the dirt."
She shook her head, a small, fond smile on her face. "She's also the one who's always telling me to think before I act."
"And then there's Elisa," she continued, her gaze turning a little softer, a little more distant. "She's the strong one. A true warrior. She could probably beat you and me both without breaking a sweat." A shadow passed over her face for a second. "They're my home. The only one I have left."
