Magnolia, sweet, sweet magnolia, frankincense and that sharp bite of a winters breath. It hit her suddenly and for a heartbeat she thought she’d imagined it… this place was clearly playing tricks on her, but that fragrance, her fragrance.
Elvie
Her tail had a mind of its own as it flicked at her hind softly, something she couldn’t quite control.
Her breath left her in a short, soft and startled huff as her ears tipped forwards. She didn’t bother hiding, she felt the pull, the magnetism. A warming whine slipped free of her mouth once more, as if relieved, maybe even a little overwhelmed and she’d move that little bit closer as if testing the very existence of her, of this.
Of course it was her, of course she’d find her, in any world, in any shape.
It was clearly the work of threads, of ties and that invisible line they'd known to be destiny.
Elvienne?a breath, a pause;
Is... Is that really you...?
