Her eyebrows were furrowed as her whole concentration was ahead so that she didn't sense the other presence behind her until a pair of warm hands enveloped her in a hug and a familiar aura surrounded her whole being.
"Donovan!" Silja opened her eyes and relaxed her body.
"It's already past dinner time. How long do you want to practice?" He asked.
His head resting on her shoulders and hands around her waist.
"Maybe until I make this stubborn tree bend a bit," Silja said, looking at the large tree with a sigh.
The tree was so large that even three grown-up people couldn't hug it whole.
"What's the problem?" Donovan asked.
"Well every element of nature has its own energy and the energy depends on how long their life span is. This tree here seems quite older and thus its natural energy is stronger which makes it immune to weak magic.
