Stone Circle the greatest city in the world

Adeline mentally writes everything down so she’ll remember: marigolds, infection, deep orange, flower, whole, fresh. Her ears swivel up to catch everything as they come at her and she smiles, watching the woman put the plant back in its respective spot. She stares at it for a long moment to imprint the picture but her head turns when she’s asked something. At first she feels nervous looking at the array before her but how can she pick just one to know about? What if she picks one, leaving behind another, that she might use more? Slowly, she takes a deep breath, and reaches forward to blindly pick one at random—or try too—and points with her nose. “That one.”