[ Hilda will find in the short time it took her to glance at the merchant, Nanaue has unplugged the tiny bottle and is juuuust about to dump the contents into his waiting jaws when she asks him about the smell.
He stops, holding the bottle while his eye rolls down to look at her - then lowers his head. He brings the delicate glass right up to one of his nostrils and gives a gentle sniff, his gills fluttering slightly as he takes in the breath. His wide, flat eyes blink rapidly and he lowers the bottle to the table again, still holding the stopper in his other hand. ]
Spice tree...
[ Sharks have an incredible sense of smell. Unfortunately, Nanaue has only so many words to use to describe all the notes he's receiving. The descriptor mentions sandalwood, and the names of two conifer-like trees native to the area. ]
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He stops, holding the bottle while his eye rolls down to look at her - then lowers his head. He brings the delicate glass right up to one of his nostrils and gives a gentle sniff, his gills fluttering slightly as he takes in the breath. His wide, flat eyes blink rapidly and he lowers the bottle to the table again, still holding the stopper in his other hand. ]
Spice tree...
[ Sharks have an incredible sense of smell. Unfortunately, Nanaue has only so many words to use to describe all the notes he's receiving. The descriptor mentions sandalwood, and the names of two conifer-like trees native to the area. ]