“As we walk, you smell a familiar floral aroma and it reminds you of being in this world before. The thought makes you smile for you know it is the flower of Vororbla. The sweetness is intoxicating and all of your senses tingle. We walk further into the cloudlike, purple mists of Calageata...remember, I am the giver and you are the receiver.”
Bea nodded, easy, she thought, until she felt his breath drifting over her skin again and visualised the mist being the essence of him encapsulating her very being. The fine hair all over her body stood on end as his mouth lingered at her shoulders, but still not touching.