Alyona glanced up from a particularly nice henbane, and quickly drew her hands away like a kid caught with her hands in a cookie jar. “I hope so!” She said with a smile. “I’m Alonya Dolohova, I’m a potion’s apprentice at the palace. I’m hoping you could help me determine what I would be able to cultivate well in my apartments there, and how I could best set it up. I don’t like to rely on the apothecary’s supply. I’d rather have the fresh ingredients to control the quality.”
She closed her mouth with a snap, hoping she hadn’t babbled too much. She knew she had a tendency to say too much. She glanced back at the plants and scuffed her shoe. “Do you think you can help?”