Horizon Ridge wash the spider out

The fog that rolled off of the water had permeated parts of the forest, and now lingered between the trees. It was amorphous; chilled like one of the clouds above that hurried to block out the sun. The slick-legged girl breathed it in through her teeth, and grit them tight when the chill reached the root.

A scowl draped across her pointed features. Salt was upon the air, and like some sort of demon, she rejected it; coiling herself against the trees and sinking low, to creep away. Bayou had found this new home and been granted access - but she had never seen the ocean before. The strangeness of these foreign scents and flavours would continue to repulse her; she was far too cowardly to experience something so new, so soon.

With a low hiss at the rolling mists Bayou retreated, sliding along through the forest and pressing herself against the soil, as if to physically remove herself from the fog's indeterminate path.