Drip. Splash. Drip. Splash. Drip.
May glanced up at the once sunny sky and sighed.
"Why is the sky suddenly like this? It was nice and sunny just a few moments ago," she groaned. "Can't you do something about this?"
Irene glanced up from her novel and chuckled. "You're the witch, aren't you? If any one of us could do anything, it should be you."
"Witches don't have elemental magic," she began as she plopped on the sofa besides the older lady. "Well aside from the elders, that is. The rest of us can only make magic using nature and chanting spells."
"Make magic?"
"Yes as in, make potions and charms. It sucks. Life would have been easier if we had elemental magic."
"But didn't you tell me that you used compulsion on that boy at the palace?"
"That was a mind spell. Elemental ma
