[Silver]

While he was contemplating that, he noticed that wisps of the fog were starting to encroach upon the field they were standing in. It wasn’t the thick, all encompassing blanket he could see from the air, but little tendrils of sparkling black mist.

Nimbus was an insanely curious fellow, and he could hardly resist reaching out and trying to touch the fog. For better or worse, he really wanted to know what happened when he came in contact with it. It was what he had traveled all this way to find out, after all. Still, something in his instincts prevented him from doing so. There was still the matter at hand: the fox.

[Silver]

“Look, little buddy,” Nimbus said to the Fenling. “I think we need to get out of here, and I don’t know if you’re coming with us or running away, but we need to go.”

Nimbus tried to grab Kayua to carry her to safety away from the fog, but she growled as he reached for her. She had never reached that way before, so he was very taken aback. He pulled his paw away and frowned. This was so unlike her that he didn’t even think to reprimand her for being aggressive.

[Silver]

If all of this wasn't so strange already, he would find it doubly strange that the creature took this moment to finally do something interesting. It turned away toward the fog and started walking at a slow pace back into it. Nimbus looked at the fog, Kayua, Rhythm, then the Fenling and sighed. There was no way he was ever going to let himself walk away from this.

He had to go in and investigate. He kept telling himself that this was what he came here for. It felt really spooky, though, and he wanted to convince himself not to go through with it. It was a shame he was too curious by nature to walk away.

[Silver]

Nimbus was holding his breath as he followed the Fenling into the encroaching wisps of fog. The first one to touch him was one that had broken off from the rest. It floated through the air for a moment, and dispersed against his chest. He let out all of the breath he had been unconsciously holding back at once.

He thought it would hurt or something, but it didn't. Nothing at all happened when it touched him. That was even more perplexing than the alternatives. If something really good or really bad happened, he could understand that. All of this nothingness was really getting to him, though.

[Silver]

Nimbus stepped out toward the fog, but he was careful not to step directly on the tendrils of it that were creeping along the ground. Not because he thought it would hurt him, but because it seemed insensitive. The way it moved made it feel like it was alive, and he didn't want to offend it. As though such a thing were even possible.

Rhythm walked blindly forward after his master. He made no attempt to shield himself or avoid the fog. It was actually possible that he didn't even know it existed. It merely bounced off his shiny feathers and floated away like harmless morning mist.

[Event posts end here]