FIA
The wood shavings spread across the counter like some kind of offerings. My nose hovered over them. Inhaling as I sorted through the layers of scent that clung to the fragments.
Moonbriar. Definitely moonbriar. The sharp bite of it cut through everything else. This smelled stronger though. Concentrated.
"Here." Thorne passed me another chip. "What about this one? I think I have it. But a double check is needed."
I brought it close. The scent hit slower. Earthy. Almost sweet but with something bitter underneath. "Hollowberry root."
"You're certain?" Maren was already pulling bottles. Glass clinked as she searched.
"My mother made me memorize herbs." I set the chip down. "Said it would serve me well someday and when her disease got to her, I had to step it up a notch. I know my herbs and poisons."
She would have loved this. Hated it too. Both at once. She would have loved that her lessons stuck but hated why I still needed them.
