Luna Lyra
Inside, I had written down the ingredients my mother had used, the steps to make the potion exactly right.
“There are a few key herbs,” I began, flipping through the pages. “First, you’ll need Myringwort. It’s a root that grows near the marshes. It’s great for calming the mind. Then, Moonleaf, which only blooms at night, just like its name suggests. It helps to heal the body, restoring balance. And lastly, Starroot, a small herb with silver veins that grows high in the mountains. That one is the most important—it helps to cleanse the womb as well as to fortify the spirit.”
Luna raised her hand, like a student in class. “Wait, Myringwort? Moonleaf? These sound like something out of an old her