Fragile petals broke beneath her grip. "Why did you just say that?" Beram looked up from the small cauldron, his wide brow furrowed. "Watch what you're doing, Ihoni," he said impatiently, "those are--" "I know what they are," she interrupted sharply. Nevertheless, she guiltily smoothed out the petals between her fingers. It didn't matter; a crease was a crease. It was no wonder Beram never let her handle more than peacebloom and liferoot. Bruised blooms affected the result. She frowned at the stains liferoot had left on her hands. "Why did you just say that Roshanar isn't a Skychaser?" "Ihoni--"