Barrow Fields she sells sea shells

Unlike the woman from afar who'd set foot in the valley, this warrioress did smell like she belonged—of salt and sea and all that went with it. Her scent came first, followed by the dark-headed sight of her, striding confidently along like she knew the place. Maegi swallowed quickly, afraid she was trespassing yet again.

It wouldn't be the first time the pungent ocean aroma had messed with her sense of borders.

Yes? the girl asked, pitching her voice above the keening of the wind. She'd been too lax in her scenting; she had a sinking suspicion she was about to face the inquisition squad, and she deserved it.