Duskfire Glacier lust

"lead on then!" lestat exulted. "and, oh! well, she told me about these," he said, plucking tundra daisies. "fever, maybe? and this," he said of lavender patch. "for the stomach. and it smells good."
the latter he placed into his mouth and chewed lightly. "i am not familiar with the plants that come in bulbs. do you?" the cornflower gold of his eyes was warm.