By now Mo'rtajha's managed a decent wardrobe with sturdy boots and fingerless gloves, the rest is thick leathers to reinforce weaker spots, covering breezy fabric that allows the spry miqo'te her full range of movement. Now she feels like a proper adventurer, just like the tales! Or she would, if she had rapier and focus in hand, but surely her magicks could be enough to keep her safe in this strange new world...right?

As fog rolls in, encroaching on what had felt like a safe place moments before, pushing inwards to catch at her clothes, her swishing tail. Each wisp turns Mo'rtajha around and around in hopeless circle, lost in a wall of grey accompanied by the chittering of small creatures she can't see. And there's another sound besides, another creature perhaps?

"Ooooh, hells!" Mort mutters the curse under her breath, and rolls her hand out. A small ball of fiery energy begins to form, enough to reveal the stone walls of a cave. Just enough to give her an idea of her surrounds before the flame is snuffed out, unable to be sustained with her focus. She turns towards the other sound, following it along the wall with one hand to it. With her back turn, Mo'rtajha doesn't notice a golden glint of a candle behind her, a dark form starting to take shape.

"Hello? Is anyone there?"