Chapter 73 - Chapter 73: A Disrupted Mind

The sweet smell of echinacea wafting up from the mortar and pestle that sat on the desk. Aribelle inspected the crushed seeds of the prickly flower before leaning over towards the collects of pots near the window. Their foliage made robust and bushy by the continued exposure to her magic, the leaves spilled over the rims of the clay containers. Branching towards Aribelle as though she was as vital a nutrient as the frequently absent sun, she pinched a few leaves from a peppermint plant at her elbow.