All at once, the smell of the sandwich got gently pushed aside with another, a faint but pleasant scent lingering on the breeze. At first, it smelled like flowers, perhaps roses or even jasmine, but as she breathed it in, it changed somehow, or at least her mind registered it more clearly. The scent was familiar, but Cheyenne struggled to place it, to tie it to something she remembered.

Wow, that smells like a whole garden of flowers, she thought, actively letting the scent tickle her nose, triggering something she could not quite put her finger on. She felt a sense of enjoyment and satisfaction come over her, as if...