Kane was right. The mist had gotten stronger the further up the mountain we went. We tied damp cloths over our noses to prevent it from harming any of us. It helped that we stayed close to the river. Each time the sweet scent in the air got too strong, Kane would wash the cloths and tie them around us again. Though Sabastian refused to shift in his fragile form, Kane managed to convince him to wear the cloth. It ate up a morning of deliberation between the two.
Like the day before, we travel passed a vast amount of space. Kane knew the area, so it made everything easier. We never stopped to rest but ate along the journey. The sooner we got out of the mist, the better it was for us.
