[ When she can smell it in the air all around, Vanessa starts to wonder if hunger has driven her temporarily mad. The bewilderment leaves her paralyzed until the assault on her senses somewhat abates. Then, just as she moves for an exit to investigate, the door opens and the scent of blood burns at her until her throat is raw and a growl scratches its way through. Even from halfway across the room, it's overwhelming.
There's no relief when the door is shut—someone has entered seemingly drenched. Not just someone, but one of their own. Why is Miss Granger covered in blood? Vanessa might be more concerned, but it isn't the girl's. She knows the scents of all party members who have crossed her path, just as she knows the cadence of their heartbeats.
She can smell fear... This isn't that.
Unfortunately, higher thinking is not serving her very well at the moment. She has been starving ever since departing Ephes, so while she should perhaps go and ask Hermione if everything is all right, instead Vanessa disappears into the shadows to wait and follow.
Silence is second nature. Illusion is simple. Patience is torment. ]
{ the deep-recessed vision—all was blight; lamia, no longer fair, there sat a deadly white
There's no relief when the door is shut—someone has entered seemingly drenched. Not just someone, but one of their own. Why is Miss Granger covered in blood? Vanessa might be more concerned, but it isn't the girl's. She knows the scents of all party members who have crossed her path, just as she knows the cadence of their heartbeats.
She can smell fear... This isn't that.
Unfortunately, higher thinking is not serving her very well at the moment. She has been starving ever since departing Ephes, so while she should perhaps go and ask Hermione if everything is all right, instead Vanessa disappears into the shadows to wait and follow.
Silence is second nature. Illusion is simple. Patience is torment. ]