Noctisardor Bypass I'm sick and tired of love songs

Wylla stared at Druid a beat, then bubbled up with laughter. What the fuck? She never would have guessed something so ludicrous, but that was the best part about kids. They always had the craziest ideas, more wild than anything some stuffy adult could dream up.

That's awesome, she said, turning her face back up to the dancing lights. She did have her own theory on what they were, and a little more info about them, courtesy of her own Lauren of a mother, but she was content to play along with Druid's for the time being. What do you think they smell like?