Emberwood i’ve known the moon for too long to just let her sink

Something tickles his nose and he sniffs several times without pausing, wondering if there is a trick to it. When it is strong enough, he slows to a stop and points his head in the stranger’s direction like a wide-eyed doe. He knows right away it isn’t the missing sister, her bright features alluring but she looks nothing like he’s been briefed. At first, he debates whether or not to linger and ask questions but her look keeps him silent. Instead, he lifts his nose a little to offer invite if she so wished, and if not, he would go about his way. When it is obvious it is not happening, Atlantis turns and goes about his business.