Horizon Ridge you're a new song baby

to his relief she follows the change in topic easily. 'just seemed right' does not offer much to go on, but... "we are creatures borne of instinct," he murmurs thoughtfully. "perhaps there is a reason for yours." she does not smell of the sea, but she does not smell much of anything. there may be some lingering secret home there but it has been singed away with the scent of burned fur and damaged flesh (and even if she were to still smell of the vale, samothes does not know who or what that would be). 

the more she talks, the more clear her sentences become, he notes. a good sign for sure, though he had not doubted given the spark in her eyes. "crisp," he answers, "a tad breezy. i've heard the salty air can clear the mind." an old wives tale to be sure, but he has at least found the ocean's breeze to be refreshing. the scholar studies her and then adds carefully, "but it will not stay that way for much longer, with winter's onset."