Ouroboros Spine a path to choose

Bronte took it all in. From the condition of the hare skin wrap, to the miniscule details of the long aged leaves, now reduced to powder. She recited their identifying name in her mind. Tried to commit their scent to memory. She nodded, keeping the instructions close like a scroll of high value.

Following Kukutux down to the lake, she carried prepared bundle gingerly. A slight spring in her step, at the heels of her great tutor. 

Her mind was pliable, sponge like & deeply absorbent. Knelt at the waters edge, she followed the instructions, for the desired mixture. Then, after a slight inhale through her nostrils, she sipped with her lips.

"Where can I find Caribou leaf?" Her further interest showed she was serious about getting more familiar with this practice. And then of the tea itself. "Is there, um, a time of day more suited than the other, to take this tea?" A small detail. And perhaps one that did not even hold significance. Bronte was interested enough about the how the tea worked, to ask anyways.