When Gale came back from bathing in the lake, Agnes was fully clothed in dry clothes, sitting idly in her usual seat at the table. Dawn had joined her, as she usually did, preparing beverages for him. She, too, seemed to have just bathed, her white hair wet behind her ears, wearing her white shirt and black trousers.
Gale moved to sit next to her. "I have told you, you don't have to prepare all this every morning."
"I'll feel useful if there's nothing to do," she said, serving the tea.
"Well, I'll soon have something for you to do."
Dawn looked up at him questioningly. She was like a porcelain doll with white hair, a button nose, and very distinctive silvery eyes with purple pupils. Her long lashes fluttered as she blinked at him.
Gale cast another tiny radiant spell to dry her hair. The essence didn't just dry the hair but probably had some nourishing qualities, as it made the job of styling the hair easier.
