The mist lingered in the air, if not for his unique condition, no one would have noticed it. The yellow fog hovered close to the ground, drifting peacefully.
Reeva reached a curious hand toward the mist, but it passed right through. Interaction with mystic forces typically happens internally.
Could I absorb it?
It was a dangerous thought, yet the mere idea made him smile as his body started producing its own yellow mist. He couldn't stop it, but he could control it. Closing his eyes, he let the coldness spread through his body, then pushed the clumping yellow fog out. It seeped through his skin and settled on the ground, merging with the surrounding mist.
That was dangerous.
