Paisley wandered around her large room.
Arden had already taken the liberty of setting up an easel and placing a pile of sketchbooks in the corner.
When Paisley had asked her about it, Arden had smiled cheerfully.
"Anything for the Artist in the family!"
It made Paisley grown silently. She was good, maybe even great, at Art, but she wasn't remotely interested in it.
She still remembered the day, six years ago, when the law had been passed in Westerdale that, to 'keep up the towns heritage', at least one person from every family must become an Artisan, regardless of previous career options.
It had been just over a year since their parents had disappeared, and Arden had no choice but to make her smart, business savvy little sister join the Initiate ranks of something she knew nothing about.
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