Herbalists' Cache Flew in from the city

wtf... how did I even miss this reply... I'm so sorry!

The voice of the seemingly corporeal form called out—masculine—she thought, in the sudden spike of her heart rate and the nervous flutter that overwhelmed her senses. She peered at the silhouette through the fog, chewing gently on the inside of her cheek as she considered her options.

“Hi?” She called back, ever so hesitantly, shifting nervously on the spot and her ears sliding back to her skull.

She debated—she took a tentative step as the fog drifted once more, causing his frame to drift in and out of sight for a moment. “I’m sorry—I’m not trying to sneak up on you.”