55-Brooklyn POV
"More tea darling?" Ma'ul held out the quaint little teapot, motioning towards my cup.
Nodding, I held my cup out. Jasmine green tea was my favorite. Ma'uls cabin was beautiful. Regan had outdone himself giving her this space. Large trellis' hung in the distance, ripe with red grapes, apple trees were heavy laden with delicious paradise apples and the peaches were just starting to ripen and smell heavenly. I could smell the sweet flowers, and the light breeze blew away any flies or insects.
Ma'ul was still a beautiful woman. She had long grey hair and skin like porcelain. Her eyes were as dark as they contrasted against her skin and they twinkled like stars when she laughed, which happened often around me. Regan spent most of his time with her, assisting in the garden or
