ARIANNE POV
The morning air was crisp and refreshing, neither too warm nor too cold. A gentle breeze rustled through the trees, carrying with it the promise of a new day. The sun had just begun to rise, casting a soft golden light over the training ground. The morning seemed indeed pleasant, with a gentle breeze carrying a hint of freshness which was a sign it would be a pleasant day.
However, despite the outward appearance of a beautiful day, I couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that lingered in the air.
I took Caeden out to the training ground, hoping to teach him a few things about self-defense and survival against Nyana. As we walked, I could see the confusion in his eyes as he glanced at Tag'arkh and me but I kept a firm look on my face, determined to push him out of his comfort zone.
