Smells Naomi's soul

The first sound to cut through the deep well she’d dropped herself into was the voice of a young woman. “Are you all right?” It ran through Ryn smoothly, except for a faint rasp that brushed at her senses. The girl’s scent hit next. Her soul smelled different, like a rain shower that washed out the salty taste the entire city bled from its pores. And her skin had the faint tinge of a citrus shampoo that made Ryn think of sunlight.


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