Dragoncrest Cliffs the good left undone

Just like that, she had his answer: green. While it was so simply put, he still needed a second to wrap his head around these details of who was what colors. She had their whole little family already mapped, colored, and all. It wasn't a way he had ever thought about them before, somehow, and neither could he fully grasp how she made it sound so simple and just so.

Unable to argue with any of that, he did hate to have to disappoint. I don't think I know the smell colors as well as you do, he said, sighing softly. He couldn't answer so readily.. and he had to put thought into it; he couldn't just take a deep breath and know. Somehow, that wasn't how he felt it--yet she did?

He tried to use her same train of thinking in answering, though, and considered colors he felt were quintessentially.. Sequoia. But, if I had to say.. hm--I think it would be a bright, warm orange. Like a sunrise I saw once, a very.. golden sort of one? Shot in the dark, but maybe? He figured orange seemed warm to suit her, and like a cheery, sociable sort of shade perhaps. Without knowing what it meant to smell the colors out exactly, he was just trying to draw a parallel somehow if he could help it.