When Ophine had returned her mask to her face, she had then touched the withered shoot of the flower that had bloomed last night.
She whispered a phrase in the tongue of nature, and a tiny tremor of life passed into the shoot. Within seconds, it had sprouted again, ten fat blue berries - almost irredescent in hue - had grown along the plant.

She plucked them carefully, and tucked nine away into a hidden pouch for later use. The last she popped into her mouth. Any morning hunger disappeared as she swallowed.

The berry always tasted azure, she thought. A colour wasn't a taste, but nonetheless, it tasted azure, with a hint of cyan.

She headed inside to meet the others, waiting patiently while they broke their fast.

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Ophine casts goodberry and eats one, leaving 9 for the future