Well…the name of the little tea shop didn’t lie.
There were plants Everywhere. There seemed to be little to no order in which anything was arranged. There was a small circle in the middle of the room that had a tree growing out if it, the crown disappearing into the skylight. Roots, trunk, leaves, the lot. A real tree. All around the roots of the maple were the bright faces of heartsease and daisies smiling up at the customers. There were window boxes full of lavender, rosemary, sage and thyme. Passion flower, morning glory, and classical Ivy growing, intertwined, up the walls and around the room.
As soon as you walk in the scent of different teas, herbs and flowers envelop you. Moving around you realize that there is a method to the madness. By the door it smelled like the roses, hyacinth, jasmine and lilac in the outside court. Near one window the sharp sweetness of herbs filled the air. By another the sleepy poppies filled the air.
There was a pot of aloe vera by the counter. Overhead there were a dozen baskets of tiny blue flowers and round yellow flowers and exotic looking pink ones.
The barista, a stout girl with warm brown skin and eyes that matched the greenery surrounding her, didn’t seem to mind the dragon Venus fly trap sitting right next to her elbow. She smiled a friendly inviting smile. She was definitely still a fairy but probably had some brownie blood in her. A mix. Thankfully it seemed she was of the benevolent race.
"How can I help you today?" Her smile warm and welcoming.
~A/N~
Yep, a continuation of the last inspiration driven surge. Really please tell me what you think.
