Totoka River wading through the fog

Well, well, well, the world again was once wrapped inside a thick curtain of mist. Her vision became blurred and Spectra, now living up to the definition of her name, could not see beyond the thick shroud. Cursing underneath her breath -- because she really liked to see where she was going -- the lithe yearling trudged onwards while tempting the unknown to challenge her with any devious twists or unusual surprises.
Underneath her paws the shorelines soon turned out to be sandy and soft.

Tiny speckles of sand clumped together between her paws and if Spectra would listen carefully she could hear the soothing rush of the river. Instead of adjusting to the peace and quietness, the yearling was more inclined and drawn towards a smaller silhouette in the distance. He -- or she -- wasn't alone by the sound of it.

Confident, without a speck of fear, the yearling trudged onwards while knowing that everything could be a mind game of the mist. Was this real? Was he real? No matter the consequences, Spectra approached and spoke loudly -- while at the same time -- the water touched her toes."What's stopping you from trying it right now?