The thick smell of smoke would waft past her in a hurried rush, along with the sound of fast footsteps. She would stop as the smell would hit her as the elderly man passed the woman. She waited, the scent of smoke had covered up everything she had been familiar with. A few of the servants stank like that, not like they had spent all their time in the kitchen either. She however stayed to herself, she only traveled through the great home nothing more. Once the scent of smoke would clear, well  as far away from her as her nose could take she would sniff at the air. A new smell faintly tickling at her nose, blood and lumber. She looked down towards the walking stick in her hand.<br/><br/>The smell would have been stronger if it had been her, she stayed quiet and would begin to walk. A cold air would hit against her face, she must have been near a window or an open door. She would walk towards it until she smelled something faintly different, the sound of her wooden stick made against the hard floor would no doubt announce her arrival. She had stood there allowing the wind too hit against her face and tug on her nicely kept hair.<br/><br/>“Excuse me...” she’d speak up she was able to tell Uli’s scent, it was a unique one that she had never been able to place; it was easy to find. She was just a human, so obviously the demon lord would have been able to smell her most likely the minute the smoke left the room. The smoke was a powerful scent, overpowering her scent; which was oddly was that of morning dew and the first day of autumn. She stayed there, and a few moments of silence would pass.<br/><br/>“It sounds like a lovely day.” She would say quietly. He was alone, but normally…he wanted to be alone she figured. Why else though would he have all these servants yet try to spend most of the time by himself. She would grip at her stick a bit tighter. “I smelled blood… are you hurt?” the blind woman would say almost in a timid tone, as she stared into the everlasting darkness infront of her, only the smells and sounds could paint her a faint picture of what was going on. But the beautiful sun rise of the day, would fall upon dead eyes.<br/><br/>She still felt the warmth though, pressing softly against her face. The sound of birds crying for food, and trees rubbing branches against each other as a wind would blow occasionally.