She opened the door to the shop, trotting happily across the threshold, holding it open for Ezra.
The lower level was one enormous great room, ringed with countertops. Across them, spilled out like coins in a treasure, were a variety of dried herbs, picked from the orchard. In the middle of the room, there were a series of tables, with a variety of mismatched vases. Some of them are real vases, others are just jars or pretty containers that Ariadne had encountered.
And the air smelled of springtime.
That was one of Ariadne's favorite things about the place. Even though it was dark and cold outside, if she closed her eyes, she could almost imagine one of the rare, lazy afternoons on the shores of Lake Hyli, watching the dandelion seeds drift on the breeze.
"This," she said, "will be filled with flowers in the spring, I hope. And herbs and spices. And fresh fruit."
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The lower level was one enormous great room, ringed with countertops. Across them, spilled out like coins in a treasure, were a variety of dried herbs, picked from the orchard. In the middle of the room, there were a series of tables, with a variety of mismatched vases. Some of them are real vases, others are just jars or pretty containers that Ariadne had encountered.
And the air smelled of springtime.
That was one of Ariadne's favorite things about the place. Even though it was dark and cold outside, if she closed her eyes, she could almost imagine one of the rare, lazy afternoons on the shores of Lake Hyli, watching the dandelion seeds drift on the breeze.
"This," she said, "will be filled with flowers in the spring, I hope. And herbs and spices. And fresh fruit."