[Ariadne loops her arm through his elbow, gently leading the way into her little shop.
Past the herbs and the high windows from Deerington.
Up the spiral staircase.
And into her little nest above, a small room filled with pillows of every conceivable color, mobiles of colored glass drifting lazily in the breeze coming through one of the windows.]
no subject
Past the herbs and the high windows from Deerington.
Up the spiral staircase.
And into her little nest above, a small room filled with pillows of every conceivable color, mobiles of colored glass drifting lazily in the breeze coming through one of the windows.]
Would you like some tea?