Captivated By Your Voice and Fragrance

A deep long sigh escaped from Neodelle who was in his teen years. After sitting down on a swing located in a kid's playground, he scratched his head in annoyance and looked at the sky with a hopeless expression. As clear as the sky, his face expressed a corresponding thing.

"Where the heck am I?" He mumbled.

The sunlight shines upon him when the cloud moved away from blocking the sun. He raised his hand to cover his eyes from the sunlight while pushing himself with his feet. He looked down and stared at his legs, pushing him up the swing but not letting himself go to sway.

Sniff.

Neodelle's eyebrows furrowed as he smells a fragrant perfume that calms him with the scent that it produces. Neodelle looked at his right and saw the playhouse and slide on the top of it. He sniffed again and smell the fragrance of the perfume who caught his attention.