‘That’s a lovely name, Flayra, rolls off the tongue’ J’adore mused, indeed it did. He also noticed the dizzying, yet hypnotic scent of flowers, many of them, too many to name. Lilies, Roses, Orchids, Dahlias. J’adore had never paid much attention to flowers in his youth. But now, his sight had gone and his scent had increased, as had his hearing, which is why his values had shifted to Music and Scents. The two wolves’ scents mingled in the air, creating a dancing wind of Strawberry and Flowers. He didn’t mind the wolf on his rock. ’Your here for the sunset, are you not’ there was a silence before he continued, ‘I haven’t seen the sunset in’ he sighed and thought for a while ‘Somewhere along the lines of 2 years’ . He had got used to being without sight, but there was sometimes he felt sorry for himself. Sunsets, flowers, the sea. Things he would never see again.
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