A/N: I'm finishing edits on this chapter now, but here's a teaser in the meantime...

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"Izara Syrell, you know better than that." Elder Drasea scolded.

Kaz nudged me with his elbow and I lowered my eyes to the ground. "I'm sorry, Elder. It won't happen again."

"Make sure that it doesn't. We're only here to observe, not to interact with them or to make ourselves known." The Elder gave one last disapproving look at the both of us before he headed towards another group of our classmates.

"Izzy," Kaz whined, "why'd you throw that rock? You know the Elder's just gonna tell father when we get back."

I kicked a large patch of grass with my foot and dug the toe of my shoe into the dirt below. "Maybe... maybe not," I muttered.

"Father says that we need to set an example. One day he's gonna be Elder with Uncle Rhys and everyone's gonna look to us."

I stared at the little brown haired girl on the swing and sighed. "Father says a lot of things Kaz, doesn't mean they're all gonna happen."