Jasmine"They aren't bad, right?" I asked for my own needed assurance, the nervousness pumping in and out of my veins made my movements slightly clumsy."Of course, they are not," Martha let out a small chuckle.A small sigh escaped past my lips and my back muscles relaxed from the stiff posture, we got down the boat taking my luggage and the side bag full of art supplies hung on my shoulder; I couldn't live without painting, it was as necessary as water for me.The rough surface underneath my laced boots felt bumpy, the smell of wind on this side of the city was different. My nostrils seemed to catch a few scents even I couldn't identify."Martha, Can you smell it?" I lightly nudged her arm while she was paying the bill to the boatman."Smell, what?" She questioned, looking confused."The scent the wind is carrying, it's different," I complied."Silly, girl," She lightly pinched my cheek causing me involuntarily let out a huff in Disturbance, "You've never been here, that's the reas
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