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[dreamer_fray]

[OOC: Directly after this.]

And when you look in the right place, you see.Not much, in this case. Gray-brown haze mostly fills his vision. Looking up, there's more of the same with a slight glow of reddish-orange, but down

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[slayer_fray]

The mist seems to permeate the entire cityscape, even, when you look close enough, moving into and through the buildings as if they're not even there. In some places it's thin and barely there, in others it's thick enough to be almost opaque. And these places switch and fade and moves around fluidly.

As one of the patches of 'solid' mist disperses, it shows a figure standing on the edge of the building opposite him, a warrior standing tall, proud, and with a familiar weapon on her back.

[dreamer_fray]

A smile crosses Harth's face, even as he tilts his head to watch her more intensely. She's never unimportant. And here...

He leans forward, pushing glasses slowly up on his nose.

The mist to the sides flows more thickly, obscuring the buildings to dim shapes. The warrior is the focus, as always.

[slayer_fray]

At first she doesn't appear to be looking at anything, staring into the middle distance. Then, almost indifferently, she notices him, and fixes him with an unreadable expression. Maybe friendly, maybe smug, maybe even indifferent, it's hard to tell.

[dreamer_fray]

Ain't that always so?

He waves, after a moment, to see what she'll do. Mist curls about his hand in a way that surely ain't normal. He blows softly, watching the shapes as it skitters away.