[Kate doesn't notice the smell until Zarina brings it up, and all at once. it's cloying and familiar. A scent she can't quite put a name too, but knows of its dangers. Kate follows, brows furrowed as she tries to figure it out. It's not one of the Clown's tonics, those have an unmistakable scent, but it's clear when they come across the slowly pulsating, leaking, glowing flower sitting inconspicuously in the middle of the realm.
She's quick to throw an arm out, preventing Zarina from getting too close to the source of the scent.]
Careful, sugar. It ain't a smell you want to get too close to. [Her words are sharp. Protective.]
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She's quick to throw an arm out, preventing Zarina from getting too close to the source of the scent.]
Careful, sugar. It ain't a smell you want to get too close to. [Her words are sharp. Protective.]