all the right moves in all the right [p]laces

Arye Cybelle · 05-10-2011, 06:27 PM

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♥. Jefferson. <333 wc: 300+

Arye did not need to stay in Pripyat’s presence to be comfortable. Things here were certainly new. The young girl was still getting used to each new scent, although she had yet to apply those sensory signals to any known faces. Much of Phoenix Valley remained a mystery to Arye, and she sought to remedy that right away. There had to be life beyond the shores with Pripyat. And although it was pleasant to contemplate the changing nature of the sea, there was much for her left to learn.

It took several hours, but with careless footfalls and yellow eyes opened wide, she traversed the stretch of Phoenix Valley. Her senses led her to different places. First she followed the bouquet of scents that floated from the trees that called her forth from the shore. But it did not take long for the vivid colors of the flora to draw her attention away from unfamiliar and non-specific scents of those she did not know.

The creamed colored wolfess approached the garden excitedly. Spring had obviously been kind to this place, as the blooms perfumed the air with wild scents. Now that her attention was sustained by the intoxicatingly fresh scents of the garden of wild flowers, Arye crouched down to examine what flowers might be native to this place. Pripyat had told her that Phoenix Valley, as a whole, was very green. Being in this garden, Arye found that easy to believe now.

The super sweet scent of honey lingered in the air. She turned her face toward the sweetness of that scent, and it seemed that it carried the promise of the taste of summer. She could barely remember her first summer, and so she craved that season, and was hungry for reminders of her early childhood. Throwing caution to the wind, the cream colored femme sought the source of that scent.

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