A little had already been scooped out.
I took two spoonfuls and placed them in a paper bag.
Gripping the branch for support, I headed straight toward the perfume workshop.
The morning should have been quiet, but the perfume workshop was buzzing with activity.
"You're blind, and yet you think your creation can impress the Imperial Consort?"
"Next time, it might not just be her eyesight at stake, but her life!"
"If it weren't for her, would we be ignored by the Imperial Consort?"
Slap!
Suddenly, there was silence.
I casually picked up my cane and set it beside me. "Instead of gossiping, you should focus on those foul-smelling spices of yours."
Since losing my sight, my sense of smell and hearing had sharpened, allowing me to guess what was happening around me.
One person charged at me, seemingly ready to slap me.
"I think you're asking for trouble!"
"What are you doing?"
The palace maid beside Imperial Consort Jones stepped in, pushing the attacker aside and standing protectively in front of me. "How dare you lay a hand on Yuna!"
"Ms. Butler, she started it!"