Ansel's Gift - Five (II)
"After spending so much time in the imperial capital, it's been ages since I've smelled such an exciting scent. I mustn't waste Ansel's kindness!"
With a sprightly leap, Seraphina landed on the vines of a nearby colossal tree, her nostrils flaring, her expression one of intense focus, as if she had quickly caught a scent.
"The pungent smell of… poison," she sniffed vigorously.
"It's strong; it must have been here recently. To leave such an overt trail, hmm, it seems we're dealing with something formidable."
In the jungle and the wilderness, the weak do everything in their power to conceal themselves, while only the truly powerful have no need to hide their tracks. Encountering such a formidable being right away was a delightful surprise for Seraphina.
"Ravenna!"
Seraphina turned her head to gaze down at the diminutive sorceress below: "Can you keep pace with me?"