Instead of the 'shoo-wierdo' look she had been expecting, the boy enthusiastically affirmed that yes, perhaps it was paradise. A light smile fluttered on Rika's lips. Innocence, naivete. What rare, precious qualities in today's world.
The boy continued to say something about strawberries, and Rika's brow furrowed, "Strawberries? I don't smell any...." She stepped a bit closer, then paused, releasing a shaky breath. At this distance, all other fragrances seemed to fade out, leaving a light, elusive trace of lilac. Lilac and jasmine.
Brenda's voice was quiet, Relax. It's all right.
Damn, her vision had started blurring. Hurriedly, Rika brushed away the moisture gathered at the corners of her eyes. She almost couldn't recognise her own voice, it was so soft, so quiet and diminutive, "I'd almost forgotten what it smelt like." Almost as if of their own accord, her limbs folded and she sat down on the floor, gazing at the waving Flutterby, trying in vain to breathe in that familiar, and yet estranged scent. "What was its name again, Bren?"
Potpourri Jasmine
A soft, breathless chuckle. "Snazzy. Classic Mum, really."
Then she started, she had almost forgotten about the presence of the other boy. Generally, Rika tended to keep away from all the students....but there was a heavy emotion settling in her heart now: loneliness. Maybe, maybe she could make an exception, for once. She patted the spot next to her fleetingly, "Care to sit by me?"