[Realm: Álfheimr]
[Location: The Great Forest]
The scent was familiar, rose and berries.
It didn't belong in a dead forest like this. It cut through the stench of blood and bark, through the sharp cold that now lingered in the air. A very distinct scent, one which he would never forget.
It could never.
After all, that scent belonged to that person—someone never forgotten, someone who always lingered in the mind even while it was clouded. It was the kind of memory that refused to fade, not even when time tried to grind it down. He would never forget, especially now.
But now he questioned just how he knew that scent so intimately.
Not recognition or just a vague familiarity. It felt personal, far too personal, like it had been near him for years, like he had lived in it, breathed it, bled around it. And that made his thoughts snag, because he could not immediately place why.
Why that armored man seemed so familiar.
