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    The Rose and the Honeysuckle — Chapter 2

    The
    strangers were standing up and had wrapped their cloaks in their arms. The man
    had the bags in his hand and Tina noticed the wrapped hilt of a sword peaking
    through his saddle bags. The woman had tied a bright blue velvet scarf around
    her head that was a shade lighter than her cloak. They both looked at her
    expectantly and followed as Tina motioned up the stairs. Tina walked up feeling
    the dark, oak underneath her as if she was seeing the staircase for the first
    time. It was rumored that either ogres or dwarves had carved the intricate
    banister from some of the oldest trees in the forest. Tina didn’t know the
    truth but as she walked up the steps trailing her fingers along the dark
    mahogany banister, she felt as if she was looking at the steps for the first
    time. In fact, Tina felt like everything that she was looking at this evening
    was for the first time. She breathed in and out slowly. She made her way down
    the empty but warmly lit corridor to the largest doors, three from the right to
    Tina’s own bedroom. She opened them quickly and smiled at how fresh and clean
    it smelled. There was a faint hint of honeysuckle in the air and a new bouquet
    on the stand. However back country and farm like this inn was, it always
    smelled nice, fresh, and clean due to the loving care that both her parents put
    into it. The man and woman swept into the room and looked pleased with the
    choice. As the woman started to lay her gloves down and open her bags, the man
    walked quickly to the window and surveyed the town, and Tina gently placed the
    towels and soap by the washbasin and turned to leave.

    “You’re
    also a healer, aren’t you?” came the very soft, deep voice behind her. Tina
    turned, surprised and found herself once again under this woman’s gaze.

    “Yes, I
    mean, I’m an apprentice to my mother but I am to take over her duties when I’m
    older.”

    “You seem
    young to be taking over such a task.”

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