"It was," Calvin said, honestly, a little dreamily. He didn't often afford himself the opportunity to think about Castyll. He wrote letters to his mother regularly, but his duties kept him from traveling too far from Glynn, and besides, he missed the city, his hometown, more deeply than he allowed himself to consider. Glynn was sweet and everything had everything necessary for a good life, but he missed living so close to a real city, its avenues and architecture, the spire of Catrin's Cathedral never far from his eye.
He exhaled softly as the master conjured his illusion, his heart pattering a little faster now, as it so often did in the face of the master's illusion. He resisted the urge to crouch near the tub again to examine them more closely, though he did lean forward, a soft, awed smile on his lips as he watched the inky fireflies dance. "Yes sir," he said, though Master Rosier had made no formal request. "Like that."
There was a stretch of silence then, and Calvin added, "I... should remind you that I'll be going back there in a couple of days. To Castyll. The Council meeting begins on Monday."