Into the fog

Odette too had been eager to explore, but as they strayed further and further away from the Armada lands the fog’s grip strengthened. The silver eyes upon her features were cat like in themselves, and she could pierce the veil only just. If the two of them were not careful they could easily get separated. She wasn’t disappointed though, truly the fog made the mystique even more alluring. Still, she was nervous and certain that Citadel could see through her facade. Still, she wouldn’t outwardly show her fear in the presence of her cousin, she was just as brave as he was in the face of the unknown.

Citadel nudged her dark wing, his eyes gleaming in the subdued light of the woods and the fog. She watched as his face lit up in a huge grin, and knew instantly that he had something up his sleeve. She raised a curious brow as he spoke, mentioning how strange it would be to spar in the fog and then asking her if she wanted to enjoy a little tussle. "Oh, a spar huh?” Odette asked for clarification but it was a rhetorical question.

"You think you stand a chance against me?” She asked with a mischievous grin. If anything, the fog would give her a huge advantage. With her dark coat and cat like features he would surely lose track of her if she tried hard enough. He’d have to look out for her sneak attack from the fog. "Lets do it.” Odette’s confidence soared much higher than she would ever be able to fly as she gave him one last grin and turned to disappear in the mists.

"Odette"