mist on the grass

[offtracks]

Who: Ingo and Emmet
What: Exploration of the Middle Forest
When: Late April
Where: Middle Forest
Warnings: Hallucinations, dissociation, minor injury

[The middle forest, much like the time they explored the northern end, is blanketed with fog almost as soon as they enter the shadows of the trees. Ingo ignites his flames, as usual, but it's little use. Purple light refracts off the thick mist, as well as the faint red glow of Emmet's eyes and markings.

It's a little spooky. Ingo tries to keep his eyes off them. Telling Emmet about his experiences with Zoroark was probably, overall, a good thing to do. He's not longer lying to him, even if only by omission. But it probably makes some of his less-than-kind responses a little more obvious...]

I am sure any marks we leave will simply change again, but we could make an attempt anyhow.

[Today's another scouting mission, more than anything. Ingo's more relaxed about that than about rescue missions, but their strange experience in the forest last time still has him keeping a sharp eye out, as well as he can.]

Comments

[outbounds]

[ A problem he can't work towards solving somehow itches at him mentally, sticks like a burr he can't dislodge. If it were just him, if it was something he could do or think or adjust it'd be fine. Actionable. See the intended destination, set course, follow the tracks to their final stop. Might not be easy but at least he would know he was doing something to try to progress.

Having to carry on like usual when he knows there's something wrong, giving it time— that's more difficult. But that's all there is for how things are, isn't there? It happened in the past and Ingo insists he should not let it affect his own conduct. He does not like it but there is nothing to be done about it. He will have to be something he isn't really all that good at, in that case: patient.

If that is all Emmet can do then he will do his best. ]

Can't hurt to try. As long as we aren't relying on them alone, right? They said you can't really trust what you see in the fog here.

[ As seems to be a recurring trend with this forest, though the clinging fog already seems to be of a distinctly different quality than what they'd run into at the other end of the woods. His ears twitch a little as he subtly scents the air. ]

I wonder if other senses are affected too.