As they walked out of the building, Jaron took Rivin's tiny hand in his large one. He smiled and led her to the forest. She could hear woops from behind her, coming from boys who were supposedly Jaron's friends. The young man gave no sign of having heard them. He talked of unimportant things as they walked, asking her how she had mastered the sleep spell. Rivin smiled. She loved talking about the magic. "I learned it four years ago, Jaron. I would have learned it when I was eight, when I first came here, but the Master insisted that we had to learn how to pronounce our letters before we cast spells. He failed to realize that I could already cast spells far above my level-" She stopped talking abruptly. Palin had requested she never speak of the time in the library. He said it was because people would think she was lying, that she was too young to cast such a spell. "You know more? How much can you do?" Jaron asked her. Rivin cast her eyes down, trying to decide how much to tell him. In the end his charming smile won her over. "Have you read about magic missiles? I can cast those. As well as a few.forbidden spells." "Like what?" Rivin smiled coyly. "Now that," she said slyly, "Is something you'll never know." Jaron added his baritone laughter to Rivin's soprano. They soon reached a small clearing. There was a hand carved stone bench in the center. The work seemed dwarfen; no other race on Krynn could make stone look so beautiful. Jaron led Rivin to the bench, pulling her down beside him. They talked for what seemed like hours, chattering about topics neither of them paid any attention to. Soon talk stopped all together as Jaron covered Rivin's lips with his. At first, she was surprised, but soon she melted in his arms, letting him kiss her. His arms moved down her back even as his lips moved to her neck. It soon got more serious than innocent kissing. It wasn't long before they were unclothed, engaging in their passions. Hours later, they lay besides each other, staring at the setting sun. Jaron held her in his arms, pulling her close. He rested his chin on her black- red silken hair. Rivin's head fit snugly into the space between his neck and chin. She sighed deeply, breathing in the cool night air. Her eyes fluttered close, and she drifted off to the sound of Jaron's heartbeat.