SILVER BLOOD
I had never heard of such a tea before.
I scribbled her order in my notepad, noting that I’d need someone to explain how it was made, and handed the instructions to the cook in charge. She gave me a quick once-over before setting to work, calling out ingredients as she selected them.
"This is called chamomile," she said, holding up a flower that looked like a miniature daisy, with white petals and a yellow core. It smelled delightful, even from where I stood. "You blend this with lavender," she explained as she picked up a few other items.