Invitation from Tractor Beam to illustrated a story by Sarah Royston.
“You’re a new-berry, I can tell. Hunched in the corner, silent and stiff as a scarecrow. I don’t come to you right away—I’m run off my feet with the morning rush. The carters won’t start work without their cuppa. My tea-house is only a crumbling church with a few chairs and a kettle, but my brews are famed across the Forest. Steam rises from the teapots, scenting the air with apple, rose-hip and ginger.”