Tell me what you dream about

When Kaeci's thoughts were interrupted it took him a moment to realize that the voice had not come from within his mind but from a stranger who had materialized from the fog. His head snapped sideways, and he choked on a small gasp of surprise. Coughing, Kaeci stood and gave her a quick nod in greeting. Was he having fun? What kind of question was that? "Hi! Uhm... yes?" He looked at the world around him, surprised to find someone else wandering through the inky night. "Well, at least I'm not having a bad time. Is that the same thing?" He peered at her as subtly as he could. Her facial features, while pretty, meant nothing to him. Had he seen this fae before? If so, she had fled his memory just as all the others did.

She could have been trailing him for days and he wouldn't know the difference. He clamped his mouth closed around a sigh, knowing it would do no good and serve him no purpose. Around them clouds of fog roiled, holding the rest of the world at bay. He couldn't see anything beyond a few paces in any direction, but to him the air felt charged as if a storm was moving towards them. It made the fur stand on the back of his neck, but Kaeci was not certain if the feeling could be relied upon or not. "Gloomy, huh?" he asked in his own choppy, awkward way. "Do you suppose it's going to storm tomorrow?" Subtly had not been his strongest suit, but he could contrive no other way to gauge her opinion without sounding crazy. Hopefully she wouldn't think anything of it.