Mael Valerius chuckled softly, looking at her slightly flushed profile, the corners of his mouth curling up in delight. "Alright, I won't mess with you. I'll just watch you copy."
And he really didn't tease her any further.
He just quietly sat to the side, watching her diligently transcribe.
His arms were folded across his chest, those dark gold eyes half-lidded, carrying a hint of lazy ease.
The room was so quiet that only the soft scratching of the charcoal pen on the beast hide parchment could be heard, along with the occasional crackling from the torches.
If there's anything called peace and tranquility, it probably looked like this.
Copying the "Compendium of Basic Spells" was meticulous work—not only did she have to translate those peculiar characters accurately, but she also needed to replicate the complex diagrams of hand gestures, all without a single mistake.
Time slipped by bit by bit, and the moonlight outside the window grew fuller and deeper.
