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#yes azriel smells of maple and mist because reasons
acourtofmidnight · 3 years
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The iron tang of blood shoved its way up her nose as she stalked behind Mor, the scent reeking of terror and pain. So many mingling scents that she had to focus her mind to cut through them all—embers and musk, lightning and dust, rock and soil and peat. But there—the faintest trace of maple, and the icy kiss of mist. That, at least, was familiar.
Chapter 9 of Fireflies is live! Warrior-Gwynriel holds a special little place in my heart, because we all know that those who slay together stay together xoxo
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