Her scowl and reaction at me I find odd, and it actually hurts more than I expect it to. My ears pull back as my brows furrow some. Why did that sting? There IS something wrong with the way she smells, and I am just trying to help her. My mother always taught me to help others with their looks, but I am especially driven with this girl. Everything about her needed to be perfect. She deserved only perfect.

Her smell is not perfect.

I lift a paw to my chest and sigh, shaking my own beautiful grey head in response. She smelt of a place that had a lot of rot and standing water. I hear Iromar is like that and my mother tells me not to be going around those parts for so, so many reasons. Something about her mom and that Iromar is not only gross but evil. She can talk forever.

”Look, darling uh...what is your name? Regardless, you deserve only the best, and wherever you live, it has a. Uh...well, obvious scent,” I say, a rather nice yet somewhat naturally arrogant smile on my handsome features. I really meant what I was saying, and I really felt it was truth.

”I know all sorts of flowers and herbs that can help. See? Smell,” I say, gently lifting my right limb and offering it towards her. I am young and still developing just as she is, so I am a bit lankier than I hope to be when I am an adult, but I do have hints of how well I will look later down the line. Despite that, there is perhaps a somewhat feminine touch to my movements- I am graceful and thoughtful of all placements of my form.

”That is lavender with a bit of cedar mixed it,” I say with my tail wagging behind me, so pleased and happy to be sharing my love of scents and beauty with someone so...alluring and dashing. My fire opal eyes refused to leave her, and they were wide with absolute wonder towards her.