Lion Head Mesa blade

No introduction at all. Melody was set to work without preamble. Figuring there wasn't much purpose to protesting, she started to sort through the herbs the woman had indicated. Equal piles, she'd said, so the girl fussed over them far more than she should have in an effort to get it exact.

Mint, right? Melody spoke up after a bit, mostly for the sake of not working in silence. She knew little about herbs, but the scent of mint wasn't something one forgot.