Northstar Vale you and me and the devil makes three

Airi did not know what fire smelled like, having been fortunate enough to never been around the destructive material, nor did she know what its treatment would smell of. She didn't know what to believe from the woman, having always been skeptical of what adults said. They usually had a tendency to hide the truth from her, as if she couldn't handle it. And Airi got the same feeling from this woman, this stranger who smelled of salt and sand under the strange smell. She pouted, her eyes narrowing skeptically.

That's a really stupid idea, She spat, her dark indigo eyes telling the stranger condescending. I could smell you far, far away; why would you be walking around with that strong a smell? Are you trying to be found?