[He thought of days back home, relaxing on the back porch and having a few cups of tea after a long day of fumbling with dyes. He thought of the summer days of eating popsicles to cool the mouth after hydrating with some chilly, bitter barley.
The trails of red mist thinned, then dissipated as he finished the cup, and when he lowered it to give a sigh of relief, there was nothing but your run of the mill steam from the consumption of a piping hot drink.]
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The trails of red mist thinned, then dissipated as he finished the cup, and when he lowered it to give a sigh of relief, there was nothing but your run of the mill steam from the consumption of a piping hot drink.]
Y'make really good tea...