mystake was like your grandmother— she’s been raising you since a very young age and’s been training you to understand and use your elemental powers.

you walk over with her tea pot, placing it down on the table beside her. it was the end of the day— she normally took this time to tell you stories over a cup of tea after closing up her shop.

mystake hums as she pours you some of the hot, calming tea. “sit, sit.” she beacons— you sit in front of her cross legged, grabbing your cup from her.