A Witch to wake up
A feast was held in their honor that night. The coven were every inch very good with them. If there's anything that bothered Yvette it was the mage's reading.
"Hey." Uriah approached her and sat right next to her, "everything okay?"
"Yep. I'm just thinking."
"I hope it's still not about the reading?"
"It is actually. I just can't take it off my mind. The rebirth. What does that even mean? Are we all going to die?"
"Well, eventually we will." he handed her a tin can made into glass, "That's fermented beer. It actually tastes really good."
Yvette took the glass and started sipping from it. And Uriah was right. It actually tasted good.
"Well, you can't blame me. We've through so much together. The retrocognition, the powers we've had, the black hole. I mean, if we had to go through all of that just because we're all going to go anyways, why are we even doing any of this right now?"