by Theresa McMasters » Mon Jan 19, 2015 11:43 am
This being England, it wasn't terribly difficult or out of the normal pattern of things for fog to be everywhere in the early morning or late in the evening. Tonight was no exception, though it was perhaps a little odd that the fog was deepest under the eves of the wood. Theresa sat cross-legged in the woods, the skin of her legs pressed against the ground as her eyes glowed with a vibrant green light. The fog occasionally swirled around her, blown by small breezes that countermanded the typical air flow.
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