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Fog. That’s all he could describe it as. Nox had been stuck in a fog for quite a while now. It was hard to maintain any sort of shape that resembled the human form he had come to grow fond of. So much of his focus had gone into keeping up appearances that he wasn’t quite sure of where he had wandered.

Running his long, spindly fingers through his tousled, ginger hair, he swiveled his head, trying to get his bearings. Nothing looked familiar. Heaving a sigh, a small puff of black smoke left his lips.

In hindsight, he really shouldn’t have wandered off in unfamiliar territory.

He would’ve been fine if he was near the village, but they were out camping in search of more food, and he’d followed a bird into the forest, and as soon as he lost sight of it, realized that he had no idea where he was.

He’d tried going back the way he came but he hadn’t been paying much attention to the scenery when watching the bird, and he couldn’t figure out how to get back. He was completely and thoroughly lost.