Touring the coven

Marsai's POV

We exited the tent and stepped outside. A teenage boy came towards us with a cup filled with water and a small bowl of milk.

He gave it to Grace and then gave me a once-over. Curiosity shone clear in his orbs. I was sure it was because he could tell I wasn't from around here so he left gingerly, joining a group of kids that resembled his age range.

“That's Ace. He is 12, yet he practices magic spells twice his age. His parents died when he was four from the witch hunt attack by delusional humans…” Grace told me as she handed the cup of water over to me.

A lot of questions filled up my head. One was, why was she telling me all of this? Two, did I need to know that piece of information and why was it important?

But all of that could wait. I had water to drink from a cup I knew was not gonna be enough and milk from a bowl or the fact that I didn't need to wear any sandals because there was a soft moss carpet that ran through the entire area around me. The entire place f