Ouroboros Spine ❁ He tells me that I'm pretty, don't know how to respond

Early Morning
Clear
70 degrees
A thinking Centri is thinking 

Ah......how did she make this again?

Let's see here... the murky eyed fae mumbled to herself in thought while, against the flat face of a rock, were the assorted clusters of aster petals, pine bark and....and something else. Centri just hadn't figured out what it was yet. Mother had taught her this potion before -- she'd even showed her how to make it every early fall; now she'd forgotten it! This wouldn't do at all -- to what was she of her bloodline if she could not preform simple rituals?

Her family's name ended with her -- the fool!

Just as she'd sat there, twiddling her paws as she stared hard at the set of plants in front of her, the girl had been so indulged in trying to grasp the memory that it did not occur to her that someone might've been passing by...