"Okay," Isabella said, crouching down beside the low sunstone slab where their ingredients were laid out in neat little piles, each glowing faintly in the afternoon light. Ophelia immediately followed, her knees thudding softly against the packed earth floor as she leaned in close.
Isabella extended a steady hand, her finger hovering just above a tiny leaf-carved dish. Nestled inside it were two crystalline droplets, pale blue with iridescent swirls that shimmered like the sky after rain.
"For the liquid soap, we'll need two drops of Essence of Skydew Lotus—rare flower," she said, her voice taking on that calm, teacherly rhythm she slipped into when things mattered. She paused, and a grin bloomed on her face as she turned to Ophelia, eyes glinting. "This one boosts skin vitality, baby."
