Smol Story:

He let out a sigh, he had found a pretty rock perfect to carve and practice rune making.
He was almost excited at showing it to her, but she wasn't here.
She had left for a university a few months prior, occasionally he had welcomed the silence, but it was the pressing
loneliness that gnawed at his bones instead. He placed the smooth oval white rock on a shelf "I'll show it to her when she visits" he thought
to himself, remembering she said she will have a couple months free from university during their holidays. While he had told her to follow her heart and do what she though was best for her,
he secretly wished for his favorite pupil, and friend to return to him.

Some time later, he heard a knock at his door, he crawled up from his resting spot in a corner near a cast iron fireplace. "so late in the evening, who goes there"
He complained, got no response.
He ventured to the door, opened heavy latches and slowly pushed the door open, and he saw a rather familiar figure carrying a large bag.
"Victoria!" He shouted, she smiled and his heart melted. "Mind if I move in over the holidays?" She asked meekly "I don't have anywhere else to stay, and they are renovating the student building"
He embraced the young minotaur tightly. "of course, of course you are welcome anytime, my home is your home"

So much to talk, so little time. But right now he shall cook them some food and let her rest from the long travel.

Story by yours truly
art aerosaur83