Talasyn

"Mangoes was Alarics first coherent thought. That slick, succulent, golden fruit that graced every meal he had here in the Dominion, with its lush perfume of summer-warmed nectar. Talasyn smelled as if shed been eating them, dusted in flaky sea salt. And that wasnt all. Orange blossoms and the creamy floral note of promise jasmines wafted from her hair, tempered by cool green attar of lotus and the barest hint of cinnamon bark." The Hurricane Wars (p. 261)