Chapter 1- Scent

The rune knight, cleric, warlock, and assassin were browsing through stores, marts, and carts, each full of merchandise. Of course, Iris Irine, the energetic cleric, had dragged Chaos, the reincarnated Balder, to every store that amazed her with clothing and jewelry. Also Chaos groaned as he was dragged to everywhere that she wanted to go. "How long are you going to shop here, Iris?" he asked irritatingly each time he entered another store.

Fenris Fenrir waited outside, sitting on a bench. She was having a small rest stop to the continuous shopping spree. Still she had feelings for Chaos, hoping and waiting for Balder's spirit to appear and "kick in" inside Chaos' body. It was clearly obvious from the signs of sadness of her eyes each day and night. Her hands cuffed together as she saw through the glass window of the store, Chaos and Iris smiling at each other as Iris had tried on a bodice.

The assassin, Loki, was standing beside the bench and the depressed warlock. Of course, he had shown no sign of sympathy as he took occasional glances at Fenris. Why wait, if you know he has someone he cares so much about? His last glance was shortened as Fenris stood up and hid her sadness with a smile, not knowing that her sadness was that recognizable.

The two lovers came out, the girl with a bright smile on her face and the guy with an annoyed look as he was holding a bag. "Six hundred gold!" he shouted as he mourned, showing that it was taking out of his money. Loki raised his eyebrow as he crossed his arms. Iris spotted another shop and ran towards, have Chaos with her. Fenris and Loki were left together, again.

They followed the other two. Fenris looked at Loki, seeing that he showed no expression on his face as always. The girl stopped as an old lady had shouted, "Young miss, please, come here!" The elderly woman had gestured her and Fenris did, not to be rude. The old woman wasn't that far away. She owned a cart, full of perfumes. She had taken Fenris' hand and dabbed a small amount of a blue perfume. "Such a beautiful girl such as you should have a wonderful scent." She complimented and suggested.

Fenris smiling weakly smelt it. "Yes, it does smell very good. Oh, thank you, but I couldn't." she said politely. Loki was by her side. "Nonsense, you, young man, smell her hand and see if it seems to suit her." The old woman ordered Loki in a sweet tone. Loki just blinked at the old lady and looked at Fenris. She just looked down at the ground, still smiling weakly as she heard what the elder said to Loki. He grabbed her hand and smelled her hand. It smelled like raindrops, flowers, and unfamiliar scent he couldn't figure out. He nodded as an approval. The old woman had smiled kindly and gave the perfume to her. Fenris thanked her numerous times. A small red color had appeared on her cheeks.

"Um, thank you, Loki." She said softly.

He answered, "For what?"

"I suppose for your opinion and approval." She hesitatingly said.

The reincarnated wolf god and the quiet assassin caught up with the other two. They went to an inn to stay for a day or so. Each hero having their own room, for the night as Fenris set the perfume on a bad rest. She withdrew the wolf pin from her hair, deciding to sleep early. As she drifted to slumber, she remembered at Prontera, the castle, where Loki and Chaos had seen her and Iris naked as Chaos was pushed through the door. The blush returned to her cheeks as she dreamt.

Loki, on the other hand, was at the foot of his bed, remembering the becoming scent of Fenris' hand and how soft it was as he had held. He closed his eyes and smelled the scent, again, as though Fenris was actually here. He opened his eyes immediately and saw no one. After two minutes or longer, he had heard a loud noise and rushed outside. It seemed he had only heard it. The silent fighter assumed that his lazy and arrogant companion and his unusual girlfriend were asleep along with Fenris. As he walked further, he saw a rather large animal slaughtered. He crouched down and smelled a strong scent. It was Fenris' perfume. His eyes widened.

He returned to the inn and opened a small opening of Fenris' room. She was soundly asleep as he noticed a strong blush on her cheeks. He returned to his room and slept, still curious who had killed the animal.

Fenris woke up with small beads of sweat coming down her forehead and neck. Why…did I dream about him? Her dream did consist with the Prontera incident and also that she and him had kissed him in the middle of the sun setting. Her cheeks were burning as she set her hand on her right cheek. "At least, it wasn't real." She whispered. It was already morning and she got dressed into her normal attire.

Chaos and Iris woke up last as they yawned. They ate their breakfast sluggishly. Loki had already wakened up before all of them. He snapped his fingers loudly as the two lovers were about fall asleep both of them waking up immediately. Fenris was sitting to the next to them, seeing that each table was meant for two. The dream was trying to be forgotten. Loki stared at Fenris, still pondering about last night and why was she blushing.

Iris pleaded to stay one more night, but all three disagreed and wanted to get back on their traveling. The cleric groaned and walked along with them. Fenris had her perfume with her along with her other things.