 Where's my quill!?
Faith walked next to her pack, sniffing the different species that were roaming around the hall. Suddenly, she had an urge to lift her foot and scratch behind her ear.
Stupid itch. Faith thought.
Sniffing lightly, a new scent rose above the others. A scent defined and flourished. The sent of a wizard, but not just any wizard, a special one. She lifted her nose and sniffed loudly, taking in the scent with all her might. |