Clare will be proud of you

"Where did that rule come from?" You ask as you stand back up to see she is still bent over.

"I've found a lack of control in my partners to be extremely unattractive." She said then let out a long breath as she stood up and turned to face you. She put a hand on her hip and stretched the other over her head, leaning into the stretching.

You copied her movements keeping your eyes on hers. "Considering the number of times you've almost killed me I think I have quite decent control."

She ends the stretch and leans the other way. "And yet you destroy the training ground every time you try to prove it."

That is a rather good point and you see in her aura she thinks so as well. "You said if I can hold an imbuement for five mintues with crude iron I move on to better metals. If I hold it for six would that be controlled enough for you?" You couldn't manage a few seconds at the moment but remembering your improvement yesterday you have an idea for how to succeed.

Stephanie let out a breath as she ended the stretch and regarded you for a moment. "You think demonstrating a skill children have mastered would be enough for me to think you controlled?"

Again that is a rather good point however, "And how many of them have my magical pool?"

She keeps regarding you then sits crosses legged on the sand with your joining her. She rolled her shoulders back and points her face to the sky with you copying her. "So your lack of control is to be blamed on natural talent and not a personal lacking?"

Maybe she was less curious than you had thought. Either way a change of tactic is required and you recalled your first meeting with her. "Both certainly," she looked down but kept her shoulder rolled back and you followed her movements, "but both are why I am here and you are interested in me and why my suggestion required proof on my control." Her aura fluttered at the interested part. It could apply to your current teacher student relationship but it could also apply to that curiosity you saw.

"And what makes you think I would indulge this as your teacher." She asked as her aura flickered again. And then you got it, giving you a hint on purpose or not, her aura was making a point. She uncrossed her legs and put the soles of her feet together leaning forwards and running her hands along her legs.

You copied the movements which put her aura out of view. "I can see it in your aura."

"Can you now?" She asked as she sat back up and straightened her legs leaning forwards to touch her toes.

"Just because I can control my aura inside myself down not make me blind to others." You say leaning forwards.

Stephanie is silent for a moment until she says, "Stay." You hold the position as she sits up and crawls over to your doubled over form. "Your control over your aura is exceptional, but control in one thing does not mean control in many." She puts a hand on your shoulders and other on your back. "Relax your back." You do the best you can but the stretch is making it hard.

"So what proof of control would you need to see?" You ask as you feel yourself stretch a tiny bit further, reaching your mid calf. She's right you do need to work on your flexibility.

Her hand stays on your back and feel soft tingles as her aura spreads from her touch onto your skin. After a few seconds she lets go and you slowly sit back up to not shock your muscles. She is still behind you so you can't see her aura without turning which didn't seem to be the controlled thing to do. "Ten minutes." She said standing up and walking away from you. "If you can I will take you my second favorite cafe." You stand up and look at her with a smile self satisfied smile.

"What I need to do to get to your favorite?" You asked as she bent to grab her sword and dagger off the stands where she had left them.

"You would have needed to avoid looking at my ass." She said buckling her weapons to her waist. She looked at you and you could feel the guilty expression on your face.

"Not my strongest field of control." You say with what you hope is a charming smile.

"Young men as, enthusiastic, about women as you are rarely have that level of control mastered. Though young woman are far worse as I am sure you are aware." She lets out a sigh of generational disappointment. "If I banned them from the stands while you trained they would line the buildings window." She walked out of the training field as you considered her statments.

In the first you were a little disappointed in yourself, you aren't entirely a young man. Clare would no doubt consider that disappointment sacrilegious. The last part however made you think about the times you'd had an audience at training. The audience hadn't seemed that focused on you compared to everyone else, but you do remember an awful lot of eye on you the rest of the time.

You clear the thoughts from your mind and focused on more constructive things. You had a part of your body to work on without magic and you had a way to build a more personal relationship with Stephanie. Ten minutes is a tall order but ideas were forming, you just had to wait until you could use magic again to test them out.

As you walked back to your room your muscles felt warm. Usually with magic once you were done working out your muscles were returned to a neutral state, without it you decided to go to the dinning hall and drink some water. A sudden cramp before class would be unfortunate.

As you entered you saw the sisters and Cynthia sitting down chatting happily but didn't want to start any conservation until you'd said good morning to Edin. You grabbed a quick drink and left before anyone called you over. When you reached the top floor you looked at Vatarie's door and wondered if she was back yet. It was an idle wonder so it didn't impend your walking to your door.

When you opened it you saw Edin pulling his uniform pants on. You closed the door and walked over hugged his topless back. "Good morning Princess."

He sighed happily and let go of his pants. "Good morning Sir." He turned in your arms to look up at you. "Do you have a meal for me?"

You remember wondering which of you was the hornier. As he sunk to his knees and kissed your pants you came to a decision. Who cares.