Jade Fern Grove with drooping fog as black as acheron,

@Sunny

the morning dawned silently, the birds made mute through the thick fog that had come to veil the land. the sun, too, rose in a markedly dull affair; only the faintest hints of pastel glinting against the grey sky. it seemed fitting a day for the girl to make her realization; her friend had surely been lost. it was a darker and a drearier world without togo, and a markedly more empty one. once, her friend might have greeted her with a hushed, elaborate description of the world as it woke around them, bringing with her words some form of sight to the sylph. 

and so there was only grey silence to meet the girl when she woke; for togo's voice had carried with each word and each note the colours she was made blind too. carefully did she slip from her hiding-place, the same one they'd used when, together, they'd passed through here weeks ago. cloudy eyes turned skyward once, nose moving to catch all the notes of scent in the hopes that among them, there would be one familiar.