Petrichor.
An intoxicating scent that accompanies the rain in dry climates. It had been a therapeutic smell for Romy, as storms constantly brewed over Riversand Applications. The sound of raindrops rhythmically tapping on her office window had repeatedly sung her to sleep during her twelve hour workdays.
Ever since awakening in her new body, Killia had hardly experienced precipitation at all… and the humidity was far more dense than it was in her previous life. She wasn't sure if she'd ever get to experience it again, but that night after falling asleep… all of those soothing sensations came back to her. Well, they should have been soothing.
