Nina and Morris walked along the forest path. The Sky Light filtered through the dense canopy above, casting mottled pillars of light throughout the woods. A thin fog had risen at some point, making the sunlight scattered within it look even more dreamlike and nebulous.
The elf girl, who called herself "Xilin," walked ahead, not far in front. She occasionally paused to glance back calmly, always appearing patient.
"Fog has formed in the forest," Nina said softly under her breath as she looked up at the distant, dense shadows of the trees, "This is the first time I've seen fog here… How is it on your end, Uncle Duncan?"
She slowed her pace and listened intently, the serious look of someone deep in thought on her face. Morris, walking beside her, also slowed down, listening intently to the voice that came from deep within his thoughts.