Weyr Life: The Drabbles
posted 31st October 2007
#36 - "Smell"
There's nothing quite like a gather for smells.
The first thing you notice is the scent of roasting herdbeast and bubbly pies carried on the breeze... unless you happen to tread in something that came out of the rear end of a runnerbeast first.
Abandoning your dragon for the crowds, you smell the people next. Early on, the ladies are scented with floral perfumes. Later, once the dancing is underway, their own sweat. Mind you, they complain of the reek of firestone in return.
As the gather ends, the simple spicy scent of your own dragon is very welcome indeed.