Goldheart's eyes lifted up from the tome she was examining, and a smile quirked at the corner of her mouth, as her eyes went back down to the book.<br/><br/>Of course, her quiet introspection was interrupted by a squeal, and a form leaping over the boulder she was leaned against and landing over her shoulder.  "Heart-san, you're always so serious!" Mistwind giggled, shaking her head.  "You really should loosen up and have some more fun than reading over dusty old tomes like thi--"<br/><br/>"That is enough, Mistwind," Goldheart said, closing the book with finality as her eyes sought her apprentice's face.  "These 'dusty old tomes' as you put it may well some day be yours, girl.  And you really should look to your own studies.  Your final examination is coming up in a years' time, and if you fail, they'll send you right back out here to me," she said.<br/><br/>As Mistwind's face began to fall, she rolled her eyes, a genuine smile breaking through the severe expression she'd been wearing.  "Oh, go on, you silly fluffhead.  Go back to playing with my sister and the other girls!  Don't let my old stodginess spoil your fun.  Believe me, I'm in nowhere near as good a shape as most of you girls, I'm perfectly happy sitting here with my books while you lot are playing."