Quida quietly acknowledged and sniffed the offerings of those who approached her. After inhaling the aromas of several different flowers, her nose was filled with a mixture of their fragrances. They all smelled beautiful. All of her suitors seemed to be decent people. But they were all... She paused mid-thought to search for the right word to describe the majority of the people. “Homogenous,” she muttered below her breath. Each scent was as different as the suitors, but none of them seemed to stand out above the others. Instead, they were filed away in her memory as just another worthy candidate.
However, one person stepped forward not with a bunch of flowers, but with a jar. Quida peered at the jar with interest. As the person uncapped the jar, Quida gently lowered her nose to the opening. Immediately, a strange, exotic, overpowering scent brought clarity rushing into her nose and mind. As she listened to the person’s words, the Ahzenai realized that indeed, the scent could be easily combined with many others. The prospect of exploring the possibilities excited her. The only indication of her interest, however, was a slight smile and a slight flare from the gas element swirling at her back. It wouldn’t do to show favoritism before everyone had finished.
Quida sat patiently and waited for the others to have their say, all the while keeping an eye on the one who had presented the jar. As soon as the others had come and gone, the Ahzenai rose and made her way to the person. Without a word, she looked at the human -- her human -- and let her nose come to rest in the palm of her hand.
-3B-, Quida has chosen you.
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