Pretty Cravings

It's my favorite part of Sentinel fic too, partly because my senses are above average.

I can hear if a computer is on from a room or two away. What is "ultrasonic" to most humans is noisy to me. I can hear bats clicking and squeaking as they echolocate, if they're close enough. I can hear most owls fly, although a barn owl gliding a foot above my head was eerily silent to me.

I can smell if milk is starting to spoil long before anyone else can. I love the smell of rain, petrichor. I can track food smells to a restaurant a block or so away.

I can see more colors than most people, and remember them well enough to match things at home when I am shopping. I can see a bit into the ultraviolet -- cobalt glass looks different to me than other blue glass.

I can taste the difference between fancy salts. I really like the pink ones. I can taste the difference between $3 olive oil and $13 olive oil, but not $30 olive oil, so I usually get the midgrade stuff.

I'm fascinated by textures. I adore the modern microfiber and some fake furs. I love the blankets that are woolly on one side and shaggy-fuzzy on the other. I can detect tiny variations in texture with my lips and tongue; apparently that's really weird and most humans have their most discerning touch on their fingertips.

And I use that in stories, sometimes, if a character has keener senses than average. Very useful.