A Sudden Storm

Miara poured two cups of hot water and placed a sprig of the herb Akuma had chosen into one, picking out a blend of three for herself. The sharp, energizing scent of Akuma's tea mixed with the comforting aroma of Miara's as she stirred the cups and slid the taller man's over to him. "It'll take a bit before it's ready - yours steeps pretty quickly, it's ready when it turns gold." She cupped her own tea between her hands, soaking in its warmth as she watched the fire dance.