Role

Chapter 2

It might be difficult for the average mortal to pick up scents with his or
her dull nose, but for felar who have retained their base instincts, smells
are more descriptive than vision ever could be.

What one eats and drinks, how much time is spent in certain places or with
certain people, the fragrances applied to the hair and skin - all play a role
in defining a person, and speaks much of habits, preferences and character.
It is a highly descriptive portrait of a person, unspoken yet vivid even
from afar.

The practice or embodiment of magic is the single most defining scent in
all the world. The blood of the gods smell of paradise - intoxicating,
rich and wonderful. The little fela knows, for she has defiantly crept on
silent paws a short distance away from the gates of Asgaard, drinking the
celestial mixture of fragrances in like fine wine with her sensitive nose.

Magic flowing through the blood of mortals however, strangely invokes the
opposite effect. It becomes an overpowering stench, pervading her senses
unkindly, the polluting fumes driving her wild. It smells of paradise
corrupted, of purity defiled, of natural essences twisted and ravaged.
The urge to destroy something so vile is not one that really needs
to be taught or reasoned with someone so in touch with her instincts, for
instincts are gifted by the gods for the purpose of survival.