Silvertip Mountain There were no seasons in the cave

Arielle smiled a little at his comment, liking that he seemed to enjoy the smell of the wet grass too. Yes it is, she answered back.

When he explained what maple wood smelled like, she tried to imagine the combination of earthy and sweet in her head. She thought the two scents would go well together. You'll have to show the next time you find a maple tree, she suggested. It wasn't enough to just imagine it; she wanted to actually know for herself. She wanted to see what feelings the scents would inspire within her. This made her turn her head to him, eyes cast down, but a thoughtful and curious expression on her face. Isn't it interesting how closely scent is tied to our emotions? The smell of certain things seemed to conjure up more intense emotions than even the memory itself.

The path curved then, and she followed it, knowing they were close to where she stored her plants.