I sprinkled the powder on my tongue when I was satisfied that this was as small as I could get it. It tasted like nothing, which was my first sign that I had not f****d it all up completely. I wiped my hands clean on my skirt and grabbed the final strand of the herb. The flowers were a deep shade of purple, the branch itself a dark green. It was one of the most powerful flu medicines that humans could make for themselves, but the best part of all was that Violetta Polarices was a strong little plant. One that could grow between the cracks of an old castle, for instance.
I hid the strand on the inside of my sleeve. The only thing that would lessen the fever that the herb would give me was the strand of the same plant that grew right beside the one I had used for the medicine. If you reall
