'Tai rolled his eyes. It seemed his trainer had some kind of fascination with his Mist ability. Always asking him to use it, treating it like a hammer for every nail.<br/><br/>Still... it *could* wash the toxic pollen out of the air. So he set to concentrating, feeling out the ground and raising the moisture from it, cooling the air to pull the droplets.<br/>He'd never tried to *move* it once it was manifest, though. Perhaps there was a way.<br/><br/>He was a Dragon, after all.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>