"If you are not a royal witch, how do you age so well, so… slow?" Diana asked, picking up the bowl before her.
What was she trying to do?
"Are you going to drink that?"
"It will be rude not to." Diana answered, with a look on her face that communicated I was being dramatic.
Like seriously though? She didn't know if it was poisoned!
"You know she won't harm us. Ask El. I am sure she will agree with me."
At the mention of El, the witch snorted and returned to scooping liquid from the pot into the bowls, or rather plates on the floor—utensils which I hadn't seen before.
I must have been too focused on the woman, on her jagged hair decorated with cowries.
"Maya…" The witch called out.
"Yeah, she agrees with you, but I am eating no magic food."
"You better join your sister and drink from your bowl if you want your other to show up anytime soon. As much as your energy levels are up, she's in a coma." The witch continued, still scooping liquid into the plates.
