~Layla~
We were sitting around the coffee table that doubled as a treasure chest. The antique chest was withered in places and some of the color had come off but the gold plated handles were in perfect shape.
Analise lifted the floral ceramic tea cup up to her tinted lips and took a sip. I poured more sugar into my cup and saw as it melted when the spoon stirred it around.
This was my second cup, we had been talking for a while about things that had nothing to do with what was happening. I asked Analise about her life and her past and though she was vague in her answers I found out a great deal.
Her parents died when she was young and she was brought up by a witch on the other side of the country. She spent most of her twenties traveling from state to state helping people out
