Northstar Vale give me a second light

Into the comfortable cocoon of smells surrounding Sylianos came an unknown.

The tiny newborn could not see nor hear this intruder introduce itself, but his head lifted and his throat produced a curious warble almost as if he could. New smells flooded into his pugged nose, faint compared to the impeccable sense of smell he would one day wield, but distinct enough. Water, muddier than Tamar's smell; something earthy but more green than Arsenio's smell; a sweetness, but a little different than mother's milk. Others, too, but he could put no concept to those.

Sylianos was loathe to leave Saleem's side, so he didn't move toward the smells, but the wobbly craning of his neck and loud snuffling would make clear his interest in them.