A Cup of Water

Clora sat and rested her back against the sculpted wall. Jet black eyes blinked slowly as she brushed her face clear of the fine sand from outside. Minerva struggled to see the difference as Clora's skin was pretty much the same colour.

"May I offer you water?"

Clora nodded. "Water would be most welcome. Mistress Minerva." Acknowledging Minerva's status as a witch.

"Rhian! Can you bring out a pitcher of water please and some cups?" The rattle of cupboards and bones came from inside the wagon, before Rhian emerged closely followed by Frankie.

Minerva poured a cup and proffered it.