Smell of Night

Ironically Olin did not know the elf girls name rather, calling her a pet name. She so reminded of him of a Luna Moth. He had seen them a couple of times when the moonlight caught the glowed a brilliant green. “You did not, a luna moth is a curious little think and glow brightly when the lite hits them. They are as beautiful as they are rare.” He explained.

The Skratti opened his cloak to invite the girl to warm up some. “Come, that is a long and complicated question. Might as well be warm.” Given the cold and the mild breeze, Luna could catch the barest hint of pine and … dew? Cool but not cold and something … misty?

“My name is Olin.” He said to the elf girl.