Madam Singh's Shop
An herbalist shop, much like a combination doctor's office and pharmasist, in Port Delfare's Market District.
Saoirse ducked through the door, brushing a trailing vine away from her twisted knots of black hair. I followed her into a bright shop, sunshine streaming in through the front windows. More plants of all shapes and sizes crowded around the windows, and glass jars lined the remaining walls. Some were clear, some tinted in shades of blue and brown. A low wooden counter with neatly stacked bags and empty jars stood near the back.
I was examining a jar of little purple flowers that appeared to be faintly glowing when a small woman wheeled into the room.
From The Books:
“Here we are.” Saoirse stopped in front of a narrow storefront, its stone facade covered in green plants and creeping vines. Madam Singh, read the neatly painted wooden sign above the bright yellow door.Saoirse ducked through the door, brushing a trailing vine away from her twisted knots of black hair. I followed her into a bright shop, sunshine streaming in through the front windows. More plants of all shapes and sizes crowded around the windows, and glass jars lined the remaining walls. Some were clear, some tinted in shades of blue and brown. A low wooden counter with neatly stacked bags and empty jars stood near the back.
I was examining a jar of little purple flowers that appeared to be faintly glowing when a small woman wheeled into the room.
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Saoirse just laughed and exited the shop, the little bell ringing behind her.
“This way, if you please.” Madam Singh wheeled ahead of me into the back room, a comfortable sitting room with low bookshelves, diagrams of various plants on the walls, and a couch draped with blankets.
A large, fluffy white cat glared at me from the middle cushion. - The Glass Gate
“This way, if you please.” Madam Singh wheeled ahead of me into the back room, a comfortable sitting room with low bookshelves, diagrams of various plants on the walls, and a couch draped with blankets.
A large, fluffy white cat glared at me from the middle cushion. - The Glass Gate