He stood outside his small thatched hut, his hand firmly clamped over his Aunt Ayra's mouth to stifle her protests.
"Ayra, stop acting like a kid," Garnt whispered urgently, his voice tinged with a hint of desperation. He wore an annoyed look, realizing how ridiculous the situation must look to an outsider.
Ayra, his aunt, was no stranger to mischief herself, her fiery red hair a testament to her spirited nature. Her eyes bore into Garnt's as she attempted to speak, but his hand effectively silenced her.
Until she managed to break free from his grasp, As soon as they entered the hut, Garnt closed the door.
"Garnt, you cheater!" Ayra's muffled voice finally broke free from his grasp as she shot him a fierce glare. "Let me go this instant!"
"Why are you angry?" Garnt just asked a smiling question since he was confused.