As the sun began to set Roux waved goodbye to some of his close friends, former students. He wished them safe travels. Softly closing the door he turns back to his kitchen. His steps are so light and graceful as if floating along. His wisps grabbing the kettle and tea bags. Two lightly bumped together and speak at each other briefly. Roux let out a soft chuckle at them. The wisps finished making a cup of chamomile tea with a cream and two sugars. Roux gave it a ...
