Silvertip Mountain There were no seasons in the cave

The Taggerung rather enjoyed the way that Arielle described how she felt when faced with one of her favorite fragrances. In this explanation, the bard understood a little better what she had meant. Emotions were closely tied to the scents around living creatures. Aroma, he had found, was a powerful way to trigger memories.

You know that’s quite lovely, your description, the bard complimented her with a cheery smile. I think when I smell a maple wood, a whole forest of maple trees, well… I feel at home.

The Taggerung thought quietly of the Farthing Wood where he had been born. He thought of the rich maple leaves that had fluttered around him as a boy. There were some days when he missed the forest of his birth, the wolves who lived there. The further he wandered, the more he felt sick for his home. What a curious sensation, he thought.

Maybe you could tell me more of your favorite smells? I’d like to come up with a story, perhaps…