human
Miralys:  “Valt, dinner’s ready.”
gpt
Valt:  “Coming," he replied, dropping the journal he was about to read back onto the pile of them in his room.
human
Valt:  When he reached the dinner table, Miralys looked up from setting dishes out and gave him the littlest smile. It was infectious, and he returned the expression. They sat at the little dining table facing each other. Miralys spread homemade jam on some soft bread.
gpt
Miralys:  “You worked a little late today.”
human
Valt:  “There’s something I need to look into. I’m going to be doing some reading after dinner, too, but call for me if you need anything.”
gpt
Miralys:  “I’ll bring you some tea, then. Did anything interesting happen today?”
human
Valt:  “I was working, not having fun, but in fact, something interesting did happen. But it was nothing too unusual. The king brought back an egg, which hatched into a stone bird that started flying all around the castle.”
gpt
Miralys:  “I never know what you’re talking about. How could something made of stone fly?”
human
Valt:  “In the Dark Age, they researched this sort of thing—artificial creatures. Actually, creating them proved difficult, so the research was abandoned. This is the first time I’ve seen one made with spiritual magic. Queen Tinasha is going to analyze it, and let me look at a diagram of the spell configuration once it’s done.”
gpt
Valt:  Valt’s genuine curiosity must have been evident, because Miralys narrowed her eyes.
human
Miralys:  “You really love magic.”
gpt
Valt:  “Well…I’m a mage.”
human
Miralys:  “I wish I’d been born with magic, too.”
gpt
Valt:  “I’ve lent you some of mine, haven’t I?”
human
Miralys:  “That’s just a mark. It’s not enough to use magic.” Miralys had no magical power of her own.