[ It's the quietest rumble Ven can give without it carrying on the wind to spook the horses. He can't see them like Vanitas can--he's still hanging back carefully--but the wind shifts in their favour and he can catch hints of it. It's a weird, pastoral smell that triggers something in the back of his mind. Some distant or fleeting memory.
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[ It's the quietest rumble Ven can give without it carrying on the wind to spook the horses. He can't see them like Vanitas can--he's still hanging back carefully--but the wind shifts in their favour and he can catch hints of it. It's a weird, pastoral smell that triggers something in the back of his mind. Some distant or fleeting memory.
But that's about it ]