Silvertip Mountain There were no seasons in the cave

Arielle's face brightened and a grateful smile curved her lips. Thank you, she said softly. I would like that very much. She was, of course, unaware of the questions swirling around in his mind, but if she was, she might have pointed out that maybe they were all a little unhinged in their own ways. 

She was surprised to hear that he didn't know of this link she had mentioned. She assumed everyone had feelings tied to the scents they took the time to think about. But she was happy to expand on the subject for him. Well, when I smell dewy grass in the early morning, it makes me feel peaceful. I feel calm when I smell lavender. And when I scent the air, heavy with moisture, just before a storm, I feel excited, she explained. Those scents always make me feel that way. She glanced over at him. How does your favorite scent make you feel? she asked, curious now if he had the same reaction of if she was just some strange anomaly.