"No, smaller," Yura gestured with her fingers, trying to visualize a Calendula or Marigold.
"The petals feel almost like wax when they are fresh. It tastes… peppery. Salty. It helps the body fightoff the heat that comes with a deep cough."
The woman's face cleared. "Ah! You mean Gold-leaf. We feed it to the cattle when they sicken in the winter, but some healers use it for the chest-heave."
She reached back into a dark wooden crate and pulled out a jar of dried, vibrant orange petals.
Yura leaned in, sniffing the jar. The scent was earthy, slightly sharp. Bingo.
The market noise faded slightly as she concentrated, her eyes scanning for the correct shape, the correct color, the correct texture.
Every detail mattered.
She couldn't afford to fail.
Finally, after several tense moments of description, miming, and repetition, the sellers eyes lit up. "Ah… you mean this!"
