Cecil was not entirely alone, however.
From overhead, a figure watched. At the moment, the figure resembled a tiny deer, with a gray pelt with rainbow splotches and an unusual yellow mane. But it was not merely an unusually small deer, nor an offshoot species of the Hippofly. It was a fairy named Boris--and he was watching and waiting for the right time to reveal himself.
He too was deeply curious about the black mist. Despite being a fairy of nature, he was as baffled by the stuff as humans were. He wished to speak with those who called themselves "scientists" about it, but most of them seemed too tied up in their studies to speak with him. But here was one who seemed to be a "scientist" and was as yet unoccupied...