Aron caressed the ring hidden in the palm his hand and then looked at the girl walking beside him, chattering at a mile a minute about all the things she had done since they had last seen each other and gave a fond smile. Every time he returned, the first half of the day would be spent simply listening to her. It always gave him peace, to listen to her carefree ramblings.
To anyone who'd be observing this scene, it would seem as though he was merely humouring her, listening but not really interested. After all, his face did not show any other expression. Yet as she continued talking, demonstrating bits of magic as she went along, the expression in his eyes shifted more than once, betraying the fact that he was paying far closer attention than it appeared.
At one point, he stopped walking altogether and turned to her, asking sharply, "What do you mean the Mistress would have punished you till your bu** was sore?"
