((Something in the air hits you suddenly and intensely; it's a smell, something you can't identify but reminds you of somewhere you might call home. It makes an ache form deep in your chest, squeezing as though it might wrench your heart from your body; desperately you want to find the source, the whole of your being wracked by an intense need to satisfy that overwhelming nostalgia.
...imagine your surprise when you realize it's coming from a patch of mold. Ew.
Gain +1 AP. ))
Rock Kandy had been following fairly close beside the group up to this point. Stunned into silence and nervously nibbling from time to time at her rock candy necklace. When they finally moved through the archway, she began to take more accounts of what was happening around her. More pointedly, she noticed that a smell that took her back - the spell of pumpkin spice and warm fur and spun sugar... Her head turned, her heart leaping. Metamora? Was he here? Her eyes lit up and she tore away from the group. The pumpkin pie scent that clung to their kitchen, the smell of warmth that he always possessed - she hadn't even known that temperatures came with scents until she met him, and spun sugar... she'd made him candy jewelry, so familiar to the rock candy necklace she now wore.
She stopped abruptly, her hoof hovering a patch of mold. She recoiled, but the smell remained. Tentatively, she lowered her head and sniffed at it. The smell was there, sure, but... She wilted. Of course Metamora wasn't here. She stood there for a moment, staring at the patch of mold, before turning around and continuing onward. All the more reason to now, after all. She was doing all this for his future - for their future.
((1/3 rolls))