"There's no cost for the angel," Emmeline told her. "I'm no artist, its just something I fiddled with on my own. I never charge anyone for them. Take it, keep it, it's no trouble."
Her eyes went a fraction wider for a moment, a soft tugging at the back of her mind grabbing her attention. Clearing her throat, Emmeline wiped her hands on her skirt and slipped behind the counter, pulling a battered notebook from beneath the register.
"Tell you what," she said. "You take the tea and the angel -- and that tea is only for when you're ready to sleep, mind, otherwise it'll leave you too drowsy and open -- and come back in a few days. I'll start putting together a little totem bag for you, and speak to my supplier about a dreamcatcher," she went on, writing herself notes on what supplies she would need and who she needed to call. "Then you can tell me how the tea worked out for you. How does that sound?"
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on 2013-08-06 06:22 am (UTC)Her eyes went a fraction wider for a moment, a soft tugging at the back of her mind grabbing her attention. Clearing her throat, Emmeline wiped her hands on her skirt and slipped behind the counter, pulling a battered notebook from beneath the register.
"Tell you what," she said. "You take the tea and the angel -- and that tea is only for when you're ready to sleep, mind, otherwise it'll leave you too drowsy and open -- and come back in a few days. I'll start putting together a little totem bag for you, and speak to my supplier about a dreamcatcher," she went on, writing herself notes on what supplies she would need and who she needed to call. "Then you can tell me how the tea worked out for you. How does that sound?"