Re: May's Cottage: May L / Gwen R
Gwen's plain words were met with some of May's own. "I don't have reason to believe yet." It was true enough. She knew that the flowers had faded from town, shriveling even where they had so recently flourished, but after such an encounter as she'd had with them, she wasn't so quick to accept a simple reassurance from a girl. Her own tension would ease with the passage of time and proof that nothing catastrophic was happening. Though it wouldn't likely be during this conversation. And with a quirk of eyebrow, the rest of her expression returned back to flat.
Taking a sip of her own tea (maybe that would be a cue to this strange girl that it was safe to drink if she wished), May listened to the theory of magic versus science. It was an interesting way to think, and Gwen wasn't completely wrong. It was why May had at least a few battered medical books on the shelf of the room they were sitting in. But as far as the flowers... "Something was done to the flowers, but it wasn't anything natural. So whatever theory I might be able to give you won't help."