Fog is meant to move.
It drifts in,
softens edges,
and continues on
once it has done its work.
That is how it used to behave.
Then Pebble ran through it.
She did not mean to interrupt.
She never does.
She burst into the fog at full speed,
cutting through it,
turning suddenly,
doubling back just because she could.
The fog scattered.
It lost its shape.
It forgot which way it had been going.
Pebble was gone almost immediately,
already chasing something else.
Mohg arrived later.
He moved slowly,
unbothered by the blur,
content to let the world be unclear for a while.
The fog noticed this.
It settled where it was.
It took its time putting itself back together.
It waited until everything felt like itself again.
Since then, fog has kept this habit.
Now, when fog rolls in and does not lift right away,
it is not stuck.
It is remembering where it was headed
before Pebble ran through.
So when the world looks softened and paused,
nothing is wrong.
The fog is just taking a moment
to sort itself out.
