Hina was ahead of me, moving her hips in a leisurely manner, and with every step she threw out my eyes were like they were drawn to her with a magnetic power. She turned back with her gaze over her shoulder and said, seeing me, "Dexter," she spoke with her silky and warm voice, "Come here. Let's find out if any of these herbs might work for you."
She took me around the corner of the cave to where the dried plants were laid out on a flat stone.
In my eyes, they all looked like the same types of grass with different leaves, as some leaves were wide, some thin, and some looked like they had a light tint of green, while others were dried, brittle brown.
As Hina spoke about the herbs, she spoke with a softer reverence, tracing her fingers over the pile as if the herbs were something sacred.
