The older woman took the tray over to the corner of the room and set it down on a table covered with multiple scarves of various layers. “Please come and sit. Sip some tea while you wait.” The older woman sat in the corner, then gestured to a chair across from her.
Irti took her seat. She watched the older woman pour the dark liquid of the Russian Tea. The smell of oranges, cinnamon and nutmeg permeated the area. Silence hung between the two women as Irti sipped her tea. Then, she placed the teacup on the table. “You did not answer my previous question, you just repeated a history that was drummed into my head when I was a wingling.”
The older gypsy woman smiled, “The safe house has always been my home.”
“Oh, I apologize.” Irti gave a slightly guilty look. She picked up her tea cup to sip some more of the delicious tea.
The older woman sat for a moment then said, completely out of the blue, “You have not a mate?”
“How? Well, I have dated many of my peers but none approve of my career choice being a protector of humans. Many thought that job was clearly for males.” She did not know why she divulged so much information, she felt safe with this human.
The older woman smiled at her in a knowing way, “A fatherless daughter following in the unknown father’s footsteps. You think you need to be him?”
“No, I just think it is wrong to save people who should not be saved. The last man who was supposed to be assassinated and was rescued, whom I failed to prevent interference from the Ahriman, caused the Jacobin Revolution, the bloody phase of the French revolution.” Irti said in disgust, “That one human caused even more deaths.”
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