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Mairyela blushed bright red. Smiling, she tried to hide it, though that was pointless. The bind would give it away. "Thank you." she laughed. "Well, sometimes this nose is a curse. It picks up on everything, and I mean everything!" Heading for the stairs, still blushing, she twiddled with her bow string. "There are some things in this world that should not be allowed to make a scent."

Gliding down the stairs, she recalled one incident. "On my way to the Tower years ago, I made the mistake of walking through a market full of perfumes and oils." The memory made her hold her stomache. "Light only knows what they were made of..."

Continuing down, she looked at him. "Every person has a distinct smell to them, as you may have guessed. The difference though, is that they smell like certain things. The Amyrlin has the scent of apple blossoms. Alina has the smell of fresh rain, while the Keeper is honey. Sounds inda weird, but it's true."

((P.s, I'm using references from a stroy I read about neko-jinns. Whether or not it has any value in WoT, I dunno.))

((Very cool. I didn't know that. Nekojinn rock! Ookami's are awesome too. All hail the animals!))

Smiling at his curiosity, Mairyela was slightly relieved that he didn't find her tale weird or unbelievable. Many times when she had been asked about her eyes, she had tried to explain as well as possible. Many simply thought she was trying to make them look foolish, while others flat out told her she was nuts.

Turning to him, she smiled. "Well, feelings aren't a smell, really, but an instinctive feeling. I can sence when someone is afraid, lying, or dangerous mainly by body language and a number of other factors, like sweat of eye movements. It's a bit hard to explain.

"As for your scent, it is very recognisable! Its a mix of cinnamon and fresh bread. I've never met anyone who had a mixed scent like that before, but you being from another world may be a factor."

Turning by the kitchens, she smirked. "I've always enjoyed the smell of cinnamon. It's the only herb I could ever handle besides mint."

They continue down the stairs that seem to go on forever until eventually reach the kitchens. It smelled good, as usual, but he had remembered to eat, so he didn't need to stop here at the moment. "Well, I'll just need to make sure I keep myself clean around you then so as not to harm your delicate senses. Not all warders need to be dirty, emotionless killing machines, and I myself will not be one of those.

Technically, I think that finding the Keeper too would be helpful, but I think she's left...anyways, shall we be on our way before the smell of the kitchens becomes too strong?"

Hawk is feeling restless. He is pacing back and forth outside the inn. As his eyes reached towards the beach, he stopped. He remained there standing lost in his own thoughts, thinking of Merc.

((I'm gonna go ahead and sit this round of posting out, it's Alina's post, and besides, if I post, I might do something "cute", and we can't be having that.))

"Indeed, you should try and keep away from doing anything very dangerous like that, you are still Accepted. Mairyela, we should probably get back to searching for the Amyrlin, and allow this young woman to return to her chores. After all, I'd hate to make Laras over there angry." Skiiy gives a small nod in the direction of the woman so as not to alert her to the fact that they were talking about her.

((Sorry I haven't posted for a few days. I was at Otafest! whee ))

Glancing in the direction of Laras, she gulped visibly as she saw the lady slapping her palm with the wooden spoon she always carried. Not a good sign! She gave Alina a serious look. "Skiiy is right. I would hate to see someone with such potential be branded. Also, there is a man named Romvian stalking the Tower. He is a Dreamwalker, so I advise you not to enter the Wolf Dreams, even if it hurts you to hear it. No we must take our leave before Laras desides to use her spoon for more than baking." Giving the girl a smile, and Laras a nod, she left the kitchens, Skiiy on her heels.

Taking a quick whiff of the air, she soon picked up the Amyrlins scent. It seemed to be heading towards the front doors. "Well it looks like we'll be outdoors again."

((Sorry for my absense. Been working late a lot lately...And playing God of War on my borrowed PS2....^_^; ))

Kakashi eventually made his way outside to the training yards and for several moments, just stood there enjoying the fresh air. Soon he would find himself without a shirt on and practicing with his quarter staff as usual. This time, however, he was not to vigorous and didnt end up breaking a training dummy, or the quarter staff. For at least an hour or more he went through all the forms he had been taught back home.

But then an interesting thought came to him. Where was his true home? He had never known his real family. Had his parents been killed, abandoned him even? He faultered in his practice and almost managed to slam the staff into his head. Sighing, he stopped and sat down to try and clear his mind of the recent and unpleasant mindset.