"Are they like testing areas or something?"
Atticus's question echoed around the scorching area, but it didn't get an immediate answer. His guide seemed to be taking her sweet time to respond. It was as though her focus was elsewhere, which Atticus found quite odd. In fact, he felt slightly offended.
Perhaps he was already too used to the Ravenstein family members fawning over him that he felt weird meeting one that was indifferent?
Atticus couldn't help but inwardly chuckle,
'Looks like I got a bit proud,' he realized.
Atticus turned and gave his guide a good look. She was clad in the same simple robe with yellow flames littered all over it.
Her skin was flawless porcelain white despite having spent time in what many would call a place many times hotter than a forge.
To add the cherry on top, she was very beautiful, and Atticus had no doubt that her family was well off in the Ravenstein family hierarchy.
