Leila entered a teahouse in another part of Lake City. It was on a quiet property, and the vibe of the establishment was a little ancient with bamboo growing around. In addition, there was a fresh herbal scent permeating the air.
The attendant in a long robe led her to a sectioned area in the back with a detached pavilion. In the structure, a beautiful woman with long, straight hair and a light lilac dress was seated, sipping on tea.
"Sister Purple," Leila called out with a smile.
The woman looked up with a serene smile before standing up to hug Leila. For some reason, she always had a light lavender fragrance. The smell was not offensive, so Leila did not mind it.
"Leila, it has been a while," Sister Purple always spoke softly with a scholarly elegance.
