Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20170919032125/@comment-28358106-20171018014620

(Scorn/Imperia)  Cautiously, Partha leans in again and sniffs, this time her mouth slightly open as she huffs the scent. Her tongue flicks out and almost touches Imperia's dress sleeve.

She blinks as she rolls the scent around in her mouth. "Rocks.  Wet stone.  You live in a big castle.  And you like cherries and flowers. And...um...laundry.  And,...um...something else..." She looks a little embarrassed at the last word.

"She probably means you smell like fresh linen," Lucida says, leaning over and smiling. "Isn't that right, Peeper?"

Partha simply looks down and shrugs.

"It's all right," Aurum chips in happily. "Fresh linen is a wonderful smell.  And I caught a whiff of Lilacs on you, Lady Imperia!  The most romantic of scents, in my opinion,"  she demurely places a hand on her breast.

As the others chat happily, few, if any, notice as Partha's ears perk up and her eyes go wide, hearing something in the distance. To others, it might get lost in the noise of the fair's night life and the happy bustle of the dinner, but Partha's ears go flat and her pupils dilate, and she emits a faint whimper.