“Sounds like every other city out there,” Esmeralda quipped dryly. She half wondered why he had stopped here, in this town, if he was entranced by nature. If he was looking for sights worth seeing she knew of a forest or two with live mist, sentient trees, and magical creatures she didn’t even have names for. Internally she scoffed over the simple fog which had his curiosity piked. She dubbed him as naive. Maybe it was his personality  or maybe it was the way he spoke, but she pitied him for it. “Best go home before any trouble kicks up. There’s nothing good waiting for you out here.”<br/><br/>She hunched over her cake, her shoulders walling him out as she raised the fork and slipped the small sliver of chocolate cake between her lips. The sweetness bursted over her tongue. Her eyes closed and she didn’t chew, just letting the long missed flavor of chocolate sit in her mouth.<br/><br/>A crow smacked into the window, wings flapping wildly as it cawed warnings to it’s owner.<br/><br/><br/><br/>On top of a hill, at the edge of town, Caleb sat back on his haunches. “I can’t see a damn thing down there with all this fog.” The vein in his temple throbbed, as it always did when he was agitated. They had been tracking this witch for three days now, which was three days more than he cared to. But Father had asked them  too and as long as there was a witch left alive, he’d be hunting it. He stood up, securing the top button of his cow-hid coat before lumbering down. “I’m going in.” He was sick of watching.