Rieka
"Thanks for the offer, but I think I'm going to skip the tea." I was sitting at the kitchen island, watching Sylvia throw a bunch of herbs into some metal ball thing with a crystal hanging on the end, giving her a tight smile at her offer.
"Come on, Rhi! I'm not Julia. I'm not going to drug you!" She now had her back towards me as she poured the hot water in her cup, and I was relieved that she couldn't see my questioning expression.
It's not that I don't trust her, surprisingly, I do. It's that I don't trust tea. And I especially don't trust tea made by a witch. Damn, I guess that maybe, in a round about way, it means that I don't trust her? I digress.
I let out a sigh. "I'll just stick with my coffee, but thanks."
"I like the tiny witch." Lupa chuckled softly.
I smiled at her
