CHAPTER NINE
We consumed the delicious stew, and I couldn’t help but notice the many herbs that bobbed along the surface. “How many spices are there around here?” I inquired of my companions.
Adras grinned at his wife. “You’re the mind for that, Daria. What say you?”
Daria lifted her eyes to the ceiling and furrowed her brow. “My grandmother once counted them, and she said there were forty-six different herbs on our little nest. I don’t think the winds have brought any more since then.”
Both of my eyebrows shot up. “That many? How?”
She shook her head. “Nobody’s quite sure, but the Logos have wondered if it’s because the winds blow up from the valley and the mountains keep the herb seeds from floating any further, so they all land here.”
I cast an inquisitive look at Ros. “T
