Stirring the pot

"So? Are you going to tell me what are you doing or will you keep me hanging like that?" With her arms crossed over her chest, Irea stood above the archmage while her right foot continued to rhythmically tap against the stones of the floor.

"Sorry, but this…" Layn shook his head while putting a small smile on his lips. "This is going to be a surprise for you as well." Not daring to move his eyes away from the stone he was playing with, Layn drew one last line before pulling a goose's feather away from the stone. Even though it would be normally used to write, thanks to driving his energy through its tip, Layn managed to make it hard enough to use it as a carving tool.

"So it's nothing important, am I right?" Noticing how carefree her man's attitude was, Irea simply waved her hand at the topic before her face turned slightly sour. "Are you sure about it though?"