Snippet #2699357

Aj-sha had just finished the cornbread as Af-Rais came into the kitchen. She watched him out of the corner of her eyes as she went about setting up their plates while he seemed to doze off.

She shook her head, "Af-Rais, wake up. And get your feet off the table, please. It's bad manners." She coed, carrying the now full plates over to the table and setting them down before heading over to the ice box to fetch a pitcher of fresh milk.

She glanced at the pile of wood by the fire place, "What were you doing out there all day anyways, silly? With how much wood you brought home I know you weren't chopping lumber all day." She questioned, bringing the pitcher and two small glasses to the table.

When Af-Rais still failed to move or mutter a sound in response she placed her hands on her hips and gave a slight pout. "Af-Rais, I said it was time to wake up." she bent over to get a good look under his hat and softly brushed a few wavy, soft strands of hair out of his face. He was a cute boy, she had to admit that, but his good looks would not make her soft on him. He couldn't just get away with everything. A good witch knew self discipline.

She gave a slight push, making the chair he was sitting on tilt off balance.