"My family's tradition does not limit the paths to male or female. We have several born as neither, so that would hardly be fitting." Picking up a strawberry, he twisted it in his fingers before taking a bite of it. "But they were so sure that my sister would be a Guardian that they were training her as such. I suppose she was the only one who seemed worthy of it."
Ashok nearly choked on the berry at the mention of children. No, they had a job to do and she was more trained than him. If Ashok had to suffer through the assignment for the sake of his family's wishes, he would not want to fail it because he barely knew what he was doing and she was pregnant. He hated children.
Watching her get up from the bed with a half of another strawberry hanging out of his mouth, he raised his brows in question. "I can accept my fate, Nalini, but I was not even born pleasant. It is why they did not think I would be a Guardian. My great-grandfather seemed to have a sense of humour if it was his wish to pass it on to me."