a super graphic ultra modern girl like me

A thick, heavy fog blanketed the orchard. Whatever hadn't bloomed early over the hot summer was now ready for harvest, and the smell of crisp, overripe apples was heavy in the air. Apples, she had learned, were delicious, but the fog was so thick this morning that she had a hard time seeing the branches drooping low, heavy with fruit. Lore grumbled to herself, staying close to one side of the long pathway that cut between the rows of trees. She'd been following along behind Asta and Mythos when they left the den this morning, but she'd so quickly lost track of them among the fog once she'd stopped to inspect some of the freshly fallen apples.

In no time at all, the fog had gobbled both of her sisters up.

She slowly craned her head back and forth, pale eyes struggling to penetrate the blanket of fog. It seemed to hang right in her point of view, thinning out up above her head where she couldn't quite see. Lore jumped up, breaking loose from the low lying-fog to try and get eyes on her sisters, but she couldn't see a thing. When she landed softly on all four paws, she took a deep breath - they had to be here somewhere. Were they playing a trick on her...? She bit down the familiar but acrid sting of panic clawing its way up her throat. No, no, no - no need to panic. They couldn't have gone far. "Astaaaaa... Mythhh... Come out, come out!" She called in a sing-song voice. Her hackles slowly began to rise the longer she stood alone in the thick fog. "Come on, please!" She said, her voice growing just a bit shrill.

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